I picked up my pen
deciding to write,
an autumn poem,
cause it feels so right

staring on page
i thought and thought
failing badly cause
the words were lost

the words that were left
were all brown and red
i checked for ideas
they were already dead

i asked my mind
to give me a reason
he simply said
its the autumn season !!

Standing all alone ...
in the middle of a dark day ...
feeling nothing but, ...
a bit grey ...
Watching the colors ...
as they fade away ...
mind full of words ...
but left with nothing to say ...
loosing the silver lining ...
her eyes were about to cry ...
fighting with her mind ...
the heart begged ...
GIVE IT A TRY!! ...
her lips fluttered ...
as she was falling grey ...
running out of time ...
her only option was to pray ...
Prayer whispered ...
listened ...
& answered ...
Feeling blessed ...
she found a new way ...
as now it was a colorful bright
day !!

I feel that I'm not only use to the pain

But I am addicted to it as well, obsessed

Because I don't know a different way
I don't know how to live without it 

How lost I would be if the pain just went away

Giving up on real world
she decided to fade
starting a new journey
with a hope to find him
in a realm of possibilities !!

One early morning,
standing on the seashore,
facing the horizon,
watching the sun rise,
aware of the waves making the wet
sand move under her feet as they
leave after kissing her feet ...
The saltish air adding to the
heaviness of atmosphere ..
Feeling the early morning breeze
cold against her pale face...
Staring at infinity ...
Folding her arms across her chest,
inhaling deeply, closing her eyes ...
ignoring the only rebellious tear
rolling down her cheek,
she made her decision ...
To be strong ...
To face reality ...
To smile ...
To shine ...
Leaving her soul to drown in deep
blue sea as she walked away to face
life.

Sometimes ...
A little touch of magic
is all that is needed

to mend a broken smile;
to walk another mile,

to touch the lovely sky,
to dare to dream and fly,

to dance and love and sing;
to heal a wounded wing,

to live, to laugh, to breath
to teach the heart new beat

a little touch of magic
is all we sometime need.

Setting down the horizon
the sun kissed the sky
leaving it all alone
saying its good-bye
whimpering at the loss
the sky released a sigh
as the last ray left
darkness came by
holding on to the moon
the sky waited by
for the morning sun to rise
and fill it with a joy...