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He raided
     her hideout,
             found a collection:
           all stolen hearts,
        "What did she do
     with mine?"
    he wondered
     with anguish
           and pain.
    It wasn't there,
      no clue yet.
             * She pretended
                     it was with her
                           all the while.
Winter is the time for snow,
Wind, hail, and blow!

**~Marian~
See,  Buddha in a  a rose,
find a child indeed is smile,
a smiling rose
when one converges with both.
Sometimes, it gets hard, not to ask yourself why,
i still love you, there is no reason for me to lie.

I know that things have changed a lot now,
not that much warmness and care some how.

but still its hard to get over you, your smile, your laughter,
still no cure to this addiction, and no one to look after.

I remember the good, I remember the bad,
but all the way through were some true lies I always had.

Why do I care so much? Why do I feel this way,
but it doesn't last long, because no one hears what I say.

I know that I mean very less to you,
so less that you can't even stand my hideous view.

But what you see isn't what it is,
If I could I would, but I cant so I won't say this.

some things are best left unsaid,
my heart still beats for you, although it looks dead.

Maybe I shouldn't say this in a simple way,
but its the truth, you are killing me everyday.

Its hard to stop tears flowing from some eyes,
I never sleep, but I will some day, forever...with some true lies..!
i guess truth that's told with bad intent, beats all the lies that one can invent...!!!
receding childhood, and youth approaching fast,
still wondering where am I.
doubts and questions, answers is what I seek,
difficult to find some faces to rely.

so many wishes and so many dreams,
in a dilemma of thoughts, blurred is my aim.
the two aspects, Triumph and Defeat,
hard to treat the two just the same.

this never ending twilight of adolescence,
makes me numb, still i'm shining gay.
a stir right there in my chest,
wanna go home but can't find a way.

seeing her face, these voids vanish,
but some lingering questions can't leave me alone.
dunno why am I blushing,
it seems my lips have a mind of their own.

pretending to be sad, as if nothing happened,
still searching happiness wherever i can.
I keep asking the same question to myself,
am I grown up child or a childish man?
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