“Wanderer’s dream”

His storm of a heart,                                   Was put to rest by her rainbow of touch,

She became his identity, his personality,    He was made entirely of her,

When he spoke her thoughts were spoken, When he smiled her passion was seen, When he walked, she was like his shadow, When he cried she crawled out from his eyes as tears,

She became his everything,                           She was the dream he dreamed every night,              Not to touch,only to keep,                           Her memories were his favorite muse!

she was his escape, she was his fantasy, she was his reality.

She was only present in his dreams, keeping an eye on him, guiding him through the rough routes of the journey,

she was his prayer, she was his guardian angel,                                                              that looked from the above over her misguided, often misunderstood wanderer.

She was the path, he was a wanderer!           He was her angel often misunderstood by the cruel world as a demon with wings.

His wings were darkened by the fights he fought for her against the world,                    

Strange! the one who is lost forever guides the living one and the one who lives, is a mere empty vessel seeking refuge in the wings of the lost soldier!

Seeking refuge in the lost world!

“Cupid”

He was the man of her dreams,                   He was the shore to her ocean,                    He was the peace to her war,                      He was the cage of her demons,                  He was the love that she never had,

She was the lost forgotten book on his shelf, She was the genre which he never liked,   She was the fly in his soup,                          She was the unwanted crease in his shirt,   She was the love he never wanted.

Both were searching for a partner,

One dwelled upon one sided love, the other in search of love at first sight,                    Both in anticipation, waited for acknowledgement! 

Waited for their other halves to notice!         Love never knocked on their doors,               Cupid watched from the sky, 

Two hearts losing hope!

“Our Never Ending Love”

THE STORM outside the house mirrored the storm raging in his head, 
His hands were bleeding so as his heart, pieces of glass shattered,scattered on the polished,black marble floor,told his story of the war that took place few minutes ago, 

His tuxedo half ripped, his ruffled jet black hair,his deep breathing,scent of blood,cologne,rain mixed into a deadly aroma surrounding the hazard area around him, his glare set on the wall, his eyes empty filled with blood lust lost in another dimension, bottle of champagne standing tall on the counter provoking him, to do it, 

A gun resting on his knee, the smell of gun fire still present, he stands and walks towards the window, 

I told you, no one loves you the way i love you” he smiled, her beautiful skin colored dress bathed in blood, her hair messed up,scattered on the floor with her gorgeous body, he admired her beauty, even when he pushed her, bashed her head on the table,her blood soaked skin,she is still irresistible to him, he sat on his knee and picked her up bridal style, her body lying limply in his hands, he places her on the bed and kisses her, “I stopped time for you my love, our anniversary, our love will always have the same passion and desire now, Our never ending love”

I still remember your horrified expression when you saw me with her, you ran, i cornered you, then that happen, you still tried to run, so i pointed it towards you and pulled the trigger”,

“Jordan please i love you”                                 “I love you too Ameliawas my last words, 

He took his cigar out,lighted it up,puffed three two times, smiled.

Our never ending love”

“Two halves one whole”


His eyes her lips,                                             her eyes his lips

His smile her laugh,                                      Her smile his laugh

His hand her waist,                                      Her hand his chest

His ring her finger,                                         Her demands his promises

His surname her family,                              Her shelter his honour 

Two bodies one soul,                                   Two halves one whole

“It’s not a Goodbye” 

A thought came to my mind as i was sitting on my sofa,day dreaming of the things that are unrealistic and strange in nature.Then the thought shifted to my best friend,who is getting married,betrothed in December.Such a strange feeling crept inside my body making me feel in a way that i believe can never be explained, as i cannot describe the feeling,it is a mixture of sadness,happiness,agitation with a pinch of everything that makes a body anxious,forces it to move,i can’t control it.We met in a school,we were both teachers.Young,beautiful,fresh and lively as hell.We were total 6 in number (our group),but soon two decided to go astray,leaving us four to fight the world together.Sometimes i miss us,the whole group,how happy and how we thought we were larger than life,how naive we were,but we lived our life to the fullest.Now one of us is getting married soon we all will too,one is engaged,the other one has someone special and I am happily single,living my life my way.I see and totally understand how important the significant other is,I believe when the time is right he will come,I will wait,Idon’t fear that if ever I will have someone to love me,No,I believe in miracles and I have watched them with my eyes happening infront of me.Everything has a right time but right now it’s my time to really discover who I am and what I want.We promised each other that we will definitely dance at others wedding and always remember each other and stay in touch even if we move out of city or country.The situation will change but the friendship will always remain the same because there is no power that can sabotage a perfect friendship we are connected by souls.It feels so weird that i was young but now i am seeing my friends tieing the knots and moving towards the life which lie ahead of them,soon i will too.We leave so many things behind our family,our home,our room,our friends some stay but some have to leave. I know when i will go,i won’t be able to say goodbye because i hate it,I hate the word goodbye itself.But let me tell you one thing,It is not a goodbye,it’s just a beginning of something beautiful, its just a time or moment, when we open our wings and fly away. 

             “As we go on we remember 

         

   All the times we had together 

            As our life change

            Comes whatever 

           We will still be friends forever”