tell me, boy,
when did you begin to notice
the Stars falling from my eyes?
you always told me how bright I was...
surely, you must've seen the light going out.
was it the night
I sobbed into your chest,
and told you that some nights
I feel so cold and alone
even while someone I love
sleeps soundly beside me?
the night I told you
that I am not a good person
and you would be better off without me?
you never believed me
because I buried my secrets so deep,
but damn, if you knew...
boy, you would have ran
before I had the chance to convince you to stay.
or maybe it was the night
I told you that maybe,
there is no forever in our future?
I bared my soul and was met with
resentment and resistance.
we both cried that night.
you told me
there was no one else,
and that you couldn't picture a life without me in it.
snd I cried because
I could not say the same,
and I did not know why.
slowly, you faded from my future -
I could no longer see you
in the life I envisioned for myself.
no, but surely it had to be the night
I left in tears,
in search of answers
to questions I couldn't quite understand.
I almost found them
six feet underground...
I was saved, but not by you.
once again, I saved myself
because I learned my lesson before...
you can't expect the answers you seek
on the journey toward your Self
to roll off the tongue of another.
What you know love is
Love is this what i do
I dont cheat you
I come forward and fight for what is right and what i feel
I dont have any intention to steal
I give, you take
I play to the heartbeat once which was lost in memories of you and me sitting in corner of our broken fate
Love has power which makes us believe
It never listens to other voices which only want you to fail
Devil can catch you and evil can blind you
But there is some light which finds you even if you are at end of a tunnel no can reach you
But darkness will try you and test you to the limit where even light cant escape
but will travel with you till it reaches the end
and when the journey ends there is a new a galaxy and a new world where our stars wont fade...
So i love and make everything right..
And i create with heart of broken peices which this broken world has forgotten to fight..
So lets bring our emotions and mix it with colors of space which are born every day with a reason to give a view of ideas and thoughts which make us who we are in this ever so enigmatic view of time and space ..
I know that everything has changed;
apart from my name,
nothing much is the same.
Now I wonder if awareness
is equal to happiness,
moments stayed longer in my mind
when they were an inhale
I didn't bother to memorize.
Now I'm a museum
filled with stains
from all the different kinds
now I'm dipped in paint,
dipped in so many colours,
aiming to complete
a thousand pictures,
not content with just one.
Now I'm confusing
hunger for love,
and my heart has lost
my ribs are its cage,
one my wild heart won't escape.
And now that I've walked
a road filled with scars,
instead of tears,
I'd like to swallow the stars.
Can you remember the Shepard boy with the brown blue eyes?
He no longer waits for the country girl on the river bank so passionately
No longer draws pictures of her dark deep eyes on his torn paper-book
No longer gets his feet wet or drenched in rain to see her smiling face
No longer brings daisy for her
The time passed by
They left the county
Lost in the crowds
Their heartbeats were echoing in the same rhythm on an unknown voyage and they drifted apart unknowingly.....
May be now they live in the same street, six yards after in the buzzing town
Do they still wait to meet again, want to share thousands of stories what left unsaid?
Life always happens to change with small events, insignificant moments
What if they could say where the next journey begins
What if they would look at the stars under the open sky to whisper their wishes, to share the dreams together..... forever!?
The slow autumn presses
at the window,
as geese give a melancholy voice
their dark v-shape
splitting a cloudless sky
the sun spreads
a quiet space
of tangerine orange
and rosy pink
as it slips below the horizon
when darkness closes in,
in the distance
ghosts perhaps since
some have died
the moon’s shimmer follows
the river’s winding path
complacent river in lament
mingles with powerful sea
ending and beginning
combined in poignant