Saloni

Saloni Dec 2012

Like the music that echoes, among the songs unheard,
The face that smiles, among the pictures unseen,
The words that appear, in letters unwritten,
And the rainbows emerging in the sky unobserved,
I know for people I do not exist,
But there’s bugging confession that I cannot resist…
“Who said I am not there around anymore?
Everytime you call, everytime you do, I am there always, standing at your door.”

Like the flowers blooming in the plants, ungrown,
The images flashing in the dreams unseen,
Colors glowing in canvas left blank,
And the rooms resting in the houses unbuilt,
Its true I am gone, and I won’t be seen,
I have left some mess, that can’t be cleaned,
And that’s precisely, why I am not worth your tears,
Neither do I deserve your dreams or souvenirs,
And it’s a well known fact that I do not exist,
But there’s bugging confession that I cannot resist…
“Who said I am not there around anymore?
Everytime you call, everytime you do, I am there always, standing at your door.”

Burn me to ashes that’s what you need to do,
And I know, precisely, that you don’t have a clue.
Why should you cry and pray for me to come back?
Your life is complete, there’s nothing that you lack,
But still I am here, yes, I am right here.
I am here always, I will never disappear,
But I won’t be seen, and I won’t be heard,
You have had enough, I won’t say a word,
But in the chirps of the birds, you will find my voice,
In the light of the sun, I will help you make a choice,
In the darkness of the night, I will be the moon,
And in the sadness of melodramas, I will be your cartoon,
In the greatest of your times, I will be your smile,
And I will be in your hope, when life is fragile,
In the beats of your heart, in the memories of our past,
In every second of your present, I was never outcast,
So wipe your tears, I am not gone,
The night is over, and there’s a new dawn,
“So, the who the hell said I am not there anymore!
Everytime you call, everytime you do, I am there always standing at your door.”

Saloni Oct 2012

And now that I know....

And now that I have stooped so low,
Every second, every minute seems like a blow,
I can cry, I can shout, I can lament for long….
But would it really help to keep me strong?

And now when I can’t....afford to think,
Can’t bring myself to move or blink,
I sit for long, ******* in the air,
Hoping to come out of this despair,
I can cry out loud, I can swear at walls…
But would it really help to answer blank calls?

And now when I am left with nothing to be proud,
I choose to walk, away from the crowd,
Hoping to find some bliss being recluse..
Some pride, some mirth that wouldn’t refuse,
I can weep in silence, shedding all the tears…
But would it really make my grief disappear?

And now when I am left with silence unbound,
In my heart, in my mind, in everything around,
I find a voice inside my head,
A friend that had been long gone dead,
I talk, I speak, I cry, I laugh,
I find myself being me at last.
And now that I am still lying so low,
I accept the fact, life can be so,
If I cry, if I shout, if I lament for long,
I know it would not undo the wrong,
I will stand, I will fight, I will walk for miles,
Because that is what , I can do, with some laughter and smiles.

Saloni Oct 2012

A little

When there's nothing you can do but beg a little,
not for money, not for fame, not for love, and for pain,
but for the unbinding confusion that rests in your mind,
And you try to clear it out but there's nothing you can find.

When there's nothing you can do but weep a little,
exposing the tears that come right from the heart.
spending the dark nights with swollen wet eyes,
possessing an obsidian smile covered with fake sweet lies.

When there's nothing you can do but laugh a little,
covering the deep core wounds, that rest in your heart,
when the whole world rush and you stand alone
expecting some peace, some of your answers, but still those remain completely unknown.

When there's nothing you can do but share a little.
with whom you wonder and how you think
and your heart continues to bleed,you know you can't hold
you turn to yourself,you pour them out,just to yourself, just to your soul.

When there's nothing you can do but pray a little
every time, everywhere, when you ask how to smile,
in the darkest corner of nights, when your state is fragile,
in the complete endless blankness when your mind has no word,
and when the faint voice of your conscience echoes unheard,
when you stand alone on the road, fighting in the night,
when you make futile efforts, that deepen your plight,
sit for a while, rest in quiet.
What can you do when you don't know what's right?

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