Out of his shell came he.
But late was he to the party -
of people mingling merrily.
Being outcast was his destiny.

When his greetings bore no fruit,
he beat a retreat.
Regretting thoughts of dancing elated,
he came home defeated.

He asked himself to worry not,
destined was what he got.
"I've one friend who'll always be there,
whenever I fall into despair."

And, it was no one but him-
-self, who saved him in situations grim.
As he thought, his hope renewed,
for he found an old friend in solitude.

"It's always been her eyes -
those tiny means of vision.
her beautiful eyes -
the center of all my attraction.

Stopped seems time,
when like a ****** lake they shine.
I become a pilgrim,
wanting to bathe in that water divine!

A mere glimpse of that lake surreal
and worries of the world seem trivial
And, for that instant the idea of God,
seems less of a fraud.

It's always been her eyes!"

You glow with happiness,
I hide in darkness.

You are so full of life,
I live in eternal strife.

You are your friends' darling,
I'm a lonely soul absently wandering.

Your face is a painting of a thousand lovely colours,
mine is an utter blank ever.

Compare and contrast, our match seems impossible,
Is this why I find you so irresistible?

I woke up from a slumber,
on this day late in December,
to find the ceiling fan spinning,
to find the biting cold missing.

The world hates this season,
for a multitude of reasons.
But I love cold, harsh winters,
like I love the sound of burning wood splinters"

People of this world don't appreciate,
the strange charms winters create.
They don't care to notice,
the beauty of silence and peace.

Oh, how I miss the fog,
the engulfing, blinding fog!
But what I miss the most,
is my breaths turning to mist.

I miss those several layers of warm cloth,
and those moments of sloth -
when my bed held me captive
and blankets ******* all attempts to get active.

I miss the rush to the high hills,
to enjoy some snowy chills.

I miss this season of quiet and calm,
for its fog, its mists and its eerie charm.

An ocean of suffering burst upon me,
and I set out on the deserted street.
Walked without in mind a destination,
Walked towards this life's conclusion.

Rain was falling, the atmosphere had cheer,
but my grief-struck heart had no care.
Getting wet in the biting cold,
directionless I kept on my painful stroll.

Clouds were showering the earth,
but the real storm brimmed inside my heart
Getting wet in this grief-filled rain,
directionless I kept on my walk of pain.

It was winter outside,
but the real chill was in inner emptiness,
Shivering in that void so cold,
directionless I kept on my painful stroll.

One day a strong feeling rose,
it's time, to her I should propose.
But as fate chose,
I met only remorse.

Had written her a song,
which she found all wrong
As my eyes looked at the letter she tore,
'I want to never see you again!', she swore.

The pain was such, it was impossible to take
the pain of this horrible heartbreak
It felt as if she plunged into my heart
a ****** wooden stake

Thoughts, thoughts of you
I try to drive away
The heart's most beautiful thoughts
Through night and day

To be continued....