I was the soul,
He was the mate,
When our ship sailed,
High or low he was there,
Always at the helm,
To guide us through rough waters.

I was the four walls,
He was the strong doors, windows and roof,
He made sure no thief entered our house,
To steal our love,happiness and peace.

I was the tree,
He was the roots,
He held me through all weather,
Strong and deep in the soil.
We bore fruits ( children),
They ripened taken by others,
Scattered,
They bore new plants.

He and I,
I and he,
We got separated,
He got buried deep underground,
I, a walking stick,
Aged but still strong,
Alone but not lonely,
A will to live with happiness.

σn thє вαthrσσm flσσr, nσt αn ímαgє wαs ín síght
вut α glσw thrσugh thє wíndσw σn thαt wαníng crчstαl níght

thє sílєncє fíllєd thєm up líkє α pαír σf lєαd вαllσσns
αlσnє вut tσgєthєr ín thαt mσσn σf α rσσm

thє chímєs σf tσmσrrσw єchσєd thrσugh thє wαlls
thє mєssαgєs wєrє clєαr, thєrє wαs nσ σnє єlsє tσ cαll

íntσ thє wαvє σf tєαrs, tσ thє tílє flσσr, thєч fєll
thє críєs σf thє nєw dαwn rαng σut líkє α míssíσn вєll

thє twσ fríєnds wєrє nσt rєαdч, чєt thєч fαcєd thє rísíng tídє
вuríєd ín єαch σthєr, thєrє wαs nσwhєrє єlsє tσ hídє

thєч lєt gσ σf thєír prídє ín thαt mчstєríσus plαcє
thєч rєvєlєd ín thє frєєdσm σf thєír vєrч fírst єmвrαcє

α rєflєctíσn σf thє pαst αnd thєír futurє dєstínч
вlíndєd вч thєír tєαrs, thє nєw pαth thєч cσuld nσt sєє

вut αll sєαsσns σf lífє вєcσmє clσudєd вч thє rαín
wαtєr mαkєs thє flσwєrs grσw, rínsєs αwαч thє єαrth's pαín

thє cσursє lєd thєm tσ σnє αnσthєr
thєч clσsєlч hєld σn tσ єαch σthєr

thєч díd nσt вєlíєvє thєч wєrє wσrthч σf lσvє
but thєч wєrє unítєd вч thє dσvє

thєч єαch knєw thαt thє σthєr wαs spєcíαl
thєч sαílєd αwαч σn thєír єthєrєαl vєssєl

thєч wαlk tσgєthєr hαnd ín hαnd
ín thєír nєw kíngdσm, thєч wíll stαnd

ín thє вluє єtєrnítч
thєч wíll cσnquєr αll σf thєír вєαsts

ít wαs α sσmвєr єnd tσ thє níght
вut thє dσvє hαd just вєgun tσ tαkє flíght

fσr thєm, ít ís nσt gσσdвчє
thєч wíll hαvє єαch σthєr untíl thєч díє

αs σutєr spαcє єхpαnds, thєч wíll kєєp σn drєαmíng
thєír tríp tσ thє mσσn wíll nєvєr lσsє íts mєαníng

Purple and pink
glooms of hope
spark in what
I like to call life.
But my sweet darling
this is no life to live.
Full of regrets
that sail across
the passive mind.
Only to relive
what once wasn't
yellow and orange
juicy drinks
at the beach
with stars above.
The colorful hope
serves limited time
but at last it gives
an after glow.

Life is a boat
You are sailing in the journey of life
With people in your boat.
At some point of time
These people will leave for two reasons,
One, set you free, help you sail far
Two, for new people to enter in.
There is no use of holding onto them.
You have to let old go
For new to come in.
Sometimes you might find yourself alone
On a stormy sea
But don't be scared
Someone will accompany you soon
Sometimes the journey might be rough or get caught in a storm
You have to hold on  instead
Of jumping in the sea.
You need to go through a storm
To reach your dream island.

Distant lights at the horizon,
At the shore with longing;
Once a sail, a sail forever.

Hope alike the burning stars,
Afar, afar but dying;
Once a death, a death forever.

Dreams, vibrant with colours,
The real lacking indeed;
Once a grim, a grim forever.

And, you and I will never
Ever, ever, ever
Be together.


-- Eleanor