I couldn't go,
Far away.
         To see the world.
For,
I found,
        The world in you.!

And, that question,
Will linger in my mind, forever
Till my existence is being questioned.
Why?
Why couldn't he accept?
He knew I went across my lengths,
I widened my horizons,
I let my soul cry, for you.
He knew how hard it was and still becoming harder..
But I've crossed all tides, just to be with you.
To rest my tiring soul in you.
Knowing all, still he never knew..
He never tried to even.
Today, it seems, I stopped letting things bother me, furthermore.
I can't fake now, truth has made its way out.
Why couldn't he accept?

See, the clay pots, yes those that the potter makes.
How brittle they are, aren't they?
They slide, and go to the edges,
And that hand of potter, that beautifully shapes them up.
Now hold on, that's where I've to speak.
The hand not only shapes it, it supports.
The same support, which from the earth, make it firm.

Dear, I wasn't that brittle even.
But, now no more.
I think, I carry the most fragile of hearts in the world..
It breaks, and cries so often.
And, you have it, for sure.
To your words, your voice, your smile,
It dances with the lilies in joy,
Sings the tune of the nightingale,
And make merry notes,
And the same, my heart,
At times, so different, it roars in my soul like the thunder,
And tears apart, my heart and soul,
Then it walks the way, with the shower that drizzles in monsoon.
Its strange, for us, anyway,
Because a rain in desert,
Yes, it does, in mine,
Rain in desert..!

How you fall, and fall,
So hard..
How you fail, or the rest does,
But for sure one does,
To define you, to simplify.
How they forget that was all about you,
How they let it fade and how they let it go.
How they never understand the efforts,
How harder it gets..
How now, a smile costs a lot of bucks,
How each day's a fight, and each night that you get defeated.
How they intentionally forget what you meant each time..
How justified?

The fragrance of rose,
                    faded away .
            The smell of drugs, fills in,
                     my room.
        They wonder what must be wrong ,
                And so, isolated me!
                      ~ Maeiby

They are all mine,
But some pieces of memory.
My heartbeats are,
But a little remembrance of theirs.
All I caged into one.
One small photograph.
For a photograph is said,
To capture time within it.
All our smiles, odd colourful costumes,
Slightly younger faces than now,
And the pride of us,
All standing together,
All caged!
Days went by soon, one after the other,
The faded calendar says so.
But the photograph on my desk witnessed all.
Like I untied myself from the cage,
From all bounds,
It too started the same.
Same like me, the small efforts went unseen.
And one morning I woke up,
To find it broken.
The glass broken, had patterns too and sharp edges.
All broken still collected as one,
It still had my emotions intact.
The photograph still couldn't come out,
Out of the broken,
Like I still couldn't fly.
Something still pulled me back, doesn't it?
But why did it all happen?
For a dream, which I have believed to be vague.
Of I killing my beloved one.
That I fired two bullets in his chest,
Tearing it apart and bleeding to death.
And then I cried,
Of the thought of right doing and wrong doing.
But, I desperately wanted to heal him,
Back to life.
Back with me.
May be, somewhere out of the wild,
For breaking my caged memory, my treasures,
I had nothing to lose
But to **** you.

Is it possible?
Shall I ask myself..
I think and believe my insane so called existing mind wouldn't be able to answer.
But I've went through the same, well possibly a numerous times.
Every dawn, I believe makes me ready for another fight.
Believe me, its hard, so hard, hardly can I give it the form of any word.
Many has known, but none has felt, me I guess.
Why should they, even?
They're not the ones I've lived for, or died each day?
I know, I have sailed through the same, many a times,
Now even the count breaks in between..
I have sailed through, amidst my own willingness and unwillingness waves..
Believe me, many a times, the waves were too ferocious.
How mercilessly, it engulfed me in, and just threw me ashore..
Who would know, my same old fears?
Who would know my long lost love tales and the broken soul diaries?
Probably none.
And, what about the pain, strangely not mine, given by some other, residing in my heart, and thirsty of my blood?
So, how do I speak?
Words crumbles up, it struggles its way out.
But I've strived.
How do I, make myself believe?
The saviour I made you, in my eyes, my hero.
Is the one, to make my soul die.
More and more each day.
Where shall it end?

We all are the same,
Some say its half filled,
The rest, half empty.
And, how different it is to living?
A little less life,
And a little more pain.
I'm of, but less love inside
And a lot shattered.
Into a thousand small pieces,
Collecting every bit and every piece,
I thought of joining the line connecting the dots,
In the air.
As I remember doing it, as a kid.
But hard it is,
You see, one piece collected and wrapped in my arms,
The other falls down.
And on and on it goes.
Hush.. Tired! (But, of life)
Do you remember my friend,
Too less accepted and,
Too often ignored.
So less are the smiles, more are the cries.
Life, it is, my friend.
The less we found,
The more we lost.
Life, it is my friend,
Life, it is..!