A Game is nothing but a game,
Sometimes it plays with us.
Sometimes it doesn't
When it does play,
We refuse it,
Refuse it.

We say - I don't want to play right now.
The game feels sad and leaves us alone, alone is a place unknown,
It leaves us to fend for ourselves,
In a place unknown.

Now we feel bad and ask it to play with us again.
But now it replies - Sure.

Don't you think you should be like the game,
Happy and cheerful all the time.

Anger is a deadly weapon,
If not used properly,
Can cause damage,
Damage; beyond repair.
People remove their anger on me...........

They think that I can take it,
But they don't know,
That I am person like them,
Anger won't help me......
It will hurt me,
Hurt me beyond repair.

Love is the only thing that can do the repair me after anger........

I can't live without you,
I don't know why???

But the world seems lonely without you,
I tried to cheer myself up!!

That didn't work too well,
I found myself stuck up in a mess..

I tried to solve it,
It refused me completely,

I tried to get you back,
But that never happened,

Because I was left alone,
Alone in the mystic world,

I tried living myself,
That didn't work either,

So in the end I can to a conclusion --

*I can't live without you

I am back!
Back for you!
I thought that you dreamed about me......
So I came,

Because I had a similar thought,
That something was going to go wrong,
So I came back.............
Because I thought that you would like someone to be with you,
When you are in danger,
Or in need of help!!!
I will be there,
Where ever I could be,
I would rush back,

*Back for you.

I saw the streak of blue light,
Cross through the house,
Going to a place far away.........
I followed it only to find it,
Lead to you...........
That was a mystery,
How something else lead me to you.  

Was it your beauty?
Or was is something else?
I don't know
But I do know that your beauty is unmatched
And you yourself are a great person!

I never knew what happened,
Until somebody told me around noon.
The words settled in my heart as rocks.
Rocks, I lost the power of speech.
As the words that were told came to a rest in my Heart.
I thought of how I could help them,
But the words never came out.

I thought and thought,
Searched it on Google.
So did everybody,
I didn't know what happened in reality,
But hearing the people talk help me learn what happened.
I was sad when I completely learned what happened.

I wanted to take down the person who wounded the 4 children,
But I didn't,
Because then that would be unfair.
I hope Chardon takes some hope and recovers.
Because ----

OUR THOUGHTS ARE WITH YOU.

What do you do when you need to cry??
Hide in a corner??
Or be brave and cry in front of a crowd??
Or do you hide in your basement (scariest place)
And hope that the monsters/ creeps who scared you, can scare away who you hate the most??
Or do you want the world to come to a halt??
And cry till your done??

I don't know

But I do know crying let's out my emotions.
So learn to cry, sometimes it's good!!

Curiosity is nothing,
Nothing in reality,
It is something,
Something that causes your mind,
To jump to conclusions,
Without knowing the circumstances.

I never tried going past curiosity,
But I presume,
I never shall,
Because Curiosity gets the world spinning,
Spinning in motion,
Spinning out of control.

It also keeps the world,
From falling,
Falling below it's standards,
It does keep my mind working,
Working fast with stuff,
To good to work with on paper.

I don't know how,
How I can possibly control,
Control Curiosity,
But then again,
I think,

*Curiosity can take care of itself.

Darkness is something that is dark,
Something that we can't see through,

That is how I feel when somebody is lying to me,
Lying - that is like darkness,

But on the positive side lies that lighted side wounded,
Badly bruised,

All because you were trying to get through the darkness,
You never paid any attention to the light,

Light side is something that can be seen through,
Something that is bright,

That is how I feel when the darkness engulfs me,
Prevents me from reaching the Light,

It tells me things that I want to know,
But the light offers more,

So I follow it,
Pursue it,
Find it,
And in the end hug it,
Because both light and darkness are needed to make your world happier, funnier and beautiful.

Dear Games ,
Do you really need to be attended to all the time??
Or is it fine, if we let you roam about the whole place??
Will there be havoc??
Or will there be peace??

I don't know,
Because I can't be you,
And you can't be me.

I didn't expect it to be at my front door,
I didn't know I was next,
Next to be gone,
Gone in a land of void,
Where nobody has ever returned,

I will not be the first,
Not the last either,
I will be somewhere in the middle,
But first I need to respond to Death,

That is still waiting at my front door,
I don't have the courage to take it,
But I must still,
For everyone has to die one day,
So why not today?

But I won't because somebody wants me,
In a land faraway,
I can't break the promise,
But follow to my victory,
For very soon,
I am not going to open the door for Death.

Have I ??
I don't think so,
I never let go of you,
Even if you did that to me,
I never wanted to be separated,
I don't know about you,
I couldn't stop thinking of you,
I think the same thing's are happening to you,

I never wanted to lose you,
But I think you found me losing you,
I apologize, but you wave it away,
Thinking it is of no use to you,
But it of use to me,
For my heart to be light,
I need to apologize to you,

But I can't help it,
Because you never wanted me with you,
I think this the end,
End of everything.

When I suffered a heart break,
I knew nothing of what to do,

Knew nothing other than the fact that you broke my heart,
I tried repairing it,

But it just wouldn't,
Because it needed someone special,

Someone who loved me,
Someone who cared for me,

I never found someone other than you,
You then helped me,

Mend my heart,
Then lured it,

Toyed with it,
Broke it again,

I was heart broken again,
I don't know how many times I will be,

But I do know that from now on,
I must be careful to whom I trust my heart,

Because if it breaks again,
I will be more fragile than ever.

Hello, is the first word that come to us
when we meet somebody new or somebody different.

Don't know why but I think that the word should be more sophisticated ,
Maybe something like Heyy,
Sounds better, but the words are not to be disturbed,
If done so, strange things happen.

I never knew how it felt,
Until I was home alone,
Once there was disaster,
My parents did allow me again to stay home alone,
But I persuaded them,
To leave me alone,
Now here I am,
Home alone,
And enjoying it,
Throughly,
Before someone come's and ruins it.

When the roses are red and blooming
I feel ecstatic to reach them,
Take in their fresh smell,
See the way the look.

When the dandelions are yellow,
Oh my beautiful dandelions,
They look precious,
Like gold in a bank,
But left in the open.

Oh the beauty they have,
That can never be taken from them,
Never, Just can be seen and watched,
From a distance.

It is a thread,
The more you pull,
The more it flattens,
The less you pull,
The more bulged it becomes.

I don't understand what to do then,
Because if I touch it,
I don't know what will happen??
Will somebody come out of thin air,
or
Will somebody else come??

That is the only reason why it is a mystery,
So is a thread,
But in it's own ways...

I lost a friend sometime back,
I thought you would come,
Come again,
And live life as it should be lead,
But no,
You never came,
Never,
You never want to think of me again,
But I do,
And why shouldn't I?
But in my heart I feel that I lost too much,
Too much that can't be repaired,
I have feeling though that you will be back,
But it will be a long time,
Because in my heart I feel that I lost you.

I am a lost person,
Lost in two worlds,
The emptiness of the present,
The wholesome wonders of the dreams,
I wish I could be a time traveler,
Travel between the dimensions and enjoy myself,
Like I always do,
But the greatest desire would be to enjoy -
The way the lost worlds work.

I was her helper,
Helper; her helper
She was so beautiful,
That when I used to look,
I would sometimes forget,
Why I was there with her??

I tried my best,
To make the most of the moments,
I had with her,
But she was happy.
It looked like she would remain happy forever,
And the came the dreadful moment,
When she became sad...

I tried my best again,
To make her happy again,
But it looked like,
She wasn't content with me anymore…

She needed some one new!!!
Someone better,
I understood that,
So I tried something new then,
I gave her love,

She liked it,
And I was content with her happiness!!!!!

Lying isn't fun,
It hurts me,
When you say that I am a cheater!
I hurts me,
When you say - "Don't you dare lie in my face."

Why do you say that,
What does it even do?
Other than hurt me.

You think I am strong!
You think, I can take anything that you throw at me,
But that could be true,
Because when you swear at me,
Cuss at me.

I reply in a happy tone,
Because I don't want to make you go through the same path that I went through.
I don't want to see you suffer, like I did.
That is the only reason I try to be protective.

Professional is anything in which you are a pro,
Some people like computers,
Some people like to read,
They are professionals in their own way.

Professional is anything you know of and you use it,
Some like software engineers,
Some like a manager at a store,
They are professional in their own way.

I am a pro,
I think I am one,
The way I write poems,
But I am not one,
I am one in a thousand of *Professional poets.

I want to play in the rain,
Be free like it,
Drop down on someone sneakily like it,
Be free to do what you want to,
Run in it,
Feel the drops cross my face,
Hit slowly, but warmly across it,

The Rain,

Oh I want to be free like you are.

I am a stranger,
Walking all alone,
Alone on a winter night,
Snow falling all around me,
Cold killing me within.

Trying to get the better of me,
But I hold it off,
Off for a little while,
For someone to come in my life,
And enlighten me,
From within,
I feel grateful,
Grateful for being accepted,
In a *Stranger world

To Love is to love,
Oh to love is to love again,
Love comes from the heart,
Not by words saying - I love you, do you love me.

To Hate,
To hate is not good,
Not good to anyone.
To hate is -  Not to love someone anymore.
To hate is also to say  goodbye to someone.

To Love again
Oh those happy words,
Coming back to you,
Coming back and saying,
Hey I am back,
And making you feel happy,
Happy as you were before,
Before the poem began.

I am sad,
I am going to cry,
I don't know why?

I am crying.
Crying, Crying hard,
Now I feel a little happy,
Happy, Happy.

Now I am Happy,
Happy,
I am going to be really Happy,

*HAPPY, yes HAPPY

Why is it that I am always left alone?
Never have a friend as a support?
Even when I think of one,
Nobody comes to me!!

But when they want me,
I am there for them,
There, supporting them, giving them hope, giving them a stand,
Thinking I may receive the same,
But nope, never,

Never do they come,
Just me and the enemy,
Fighting for life,
I hope I have  somebody to stand by,
But never has anybody ever come.

Why??, why is it like that??
Should I go out and help??
or Try to fight of the enemy??

Why??
o
Why??

Why me?
Why me?
Why is it always me?
Who has to stand in the middle of fight?
And watch, how they roll!!

Why?
Why is it always me?
Why do I have to face sorrow?
When I have done nothing wrong?
Nothing other than express my feelings!!

Why?
Why do I have to suffer?
Just for showing my feelings?

Why?