"Here is my heart and soul," she said.
Out on the cold table she laid
her all. He whispered, "I'll place your needs above
all mine." Little did she know he lied.
He played a little and tossed it aside.
Yet, somehow, she still believes in love.

©Aastha

And we say goodbye, life's so not fair.
But darling, when you need me, I'll always be there.
Our path are different, our destinations so far,
but 'tis surely been a walk to remember.

©Aastha

A little darkness, a little light.
A little sorrow, a smile so bright.
Life is just so black and white.

©Aastha

Drip drop tear.
The darkness nears.
Your demons are here.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The shadow leers.
Your pain is your peer.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The heart no longer bears.
Death smells of fear.
Drip drop tear.


©Aastha

Your eyes, they twinkled oh so bright,
like clusters of stars on a moonless night.
The dark no longer haunts me love,
I've learnt to get lost in your light.

You've got my heart held on a string,
it's breaking into two.
Enough belongs to me to get hurt,
while the rest belongs to you.

I can only hope that someday
you'll wake up and you'll find.
While my heart belongs to you,
yours too belongs to mine.

©Aastha

For her, love was a lot of things,
his hair, his eyes,
his smile, his voice,
his breath, his touch...
For him, love was but one thing,
HER

©Aastha

His words, her heaven. And when he pours pages and pages of emotions for her, there she finds the meaning of God.

©Aastha

One of these days,
like the dewdrop on a sunny day,
like the shimmer in the moonlight ray,
like our love that has been fading away,
I'll be gone,
*forever.

Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.

As I turned the last page,
I found myself broken
for it was time to bid goodbye
to our love story.
You saw the pain in my eyes,
and wrote another book.

©Aastha

This mad kind of love will be our end, but even death's arms seem welcoming with you by my side.

You are like a disease that has taken over my body, and I for one enjoy being sick.

Some days,
you mean the world to me,
I don't lie.
Some days,
I see the world in your eyes.
Baby, some days, you are my world.

©Aastha

Dearest,

All those days,
I let you tread over me and gave you a place to stand,
and you with your untrained, weak bladder dog,
your clumsiness,
your laziness,
your unwashed clothes,
your ***** shoes and smelly feet,
stepped on my trust.

I hope you get pricked by the scraps of food,
bleed out with a paper cut
and stumble on my torn out, roughened edges
and I get to smother and roll up your inanimate, dead body
to it's rightful place.

Ruefully, yours.

I'm gazing up, I'm gazing high.
Let me watch the stars tonight.

It mightn't give me better grades,
or wash my clothes or clean the plates,
or make me famous, make me rich,
or change the direction of my fate.
And it won't just fix the politics,
or save the falling economy,
or cease these tiring, endless wars
and it won't eradicate poverty.

But even if there's nothing right,
let me watch the stars tonight.

Hitchhiking through the galaxy,
a blazing comet passes by,
and waves to billion specks of light,
those sparkling diamonds in the sky.

Tomorrow I may change the world,
or I might even exercise.
Tonight I'm gazing up and high,
I'm looking at the stars tonight.

The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

children's poem*
There lived a little child, in the paradise,
Where the sun never set and the sun would never rise.

One day came a storm and took the child away,
Through the garden and the breeze. It took her far away.

She was now all alone and wandering through the snow.
The child was lost that day but nobody did know.

She set for the search of her home through the wind and the sun.
Then came a heavy rain, she didn't find a place to run.

She didn't eat and sleep, she walked from day till night.
She always kept her eyes open, till her eyes were frozen wide.

She walked through spring and the summer, then came the winter along.
The autumn gave golden fruits to all, but she could never find her home.

The little child was lost, around the world she roamed.
She was never again happy, for she could never find her home.

©Aastha