A girl came running through,
across the torrents of blinding rain.
She was at full speed,
As she was dashing across the slippery roads.
Flashes of light,
Followed by the thunder came across the sky.
She was drench, and was indeed soaking wet.
She was in adrenaline, feeling not the shivers of the wind.
And at the brink of the road,
I saw her falling down.
She called out as she falls in the pit of the drain.
Wanting, Shouting, at the top of her lungs.
I dash forward, in the urge of my instinct.
At the heat of the moment, I was a Man.
I gave her my hands trying to pick her up,
Seeing tears in her eyes.
At that very moment,
There was an utmost silence.
Her eyes met mine,
Her tears, came flushing down.
Our silence, kept us apart.
A lonely girl, wanting to scream.
I've help her, and that is it.
Its time to say Bye, even without a Hi.
Monday, June 28, 2010
"Here it comes again."
It was a sunday morning.
The sun was shining brightly,
The translucent blue light of the day,
And there was birds flying in the sky.
The start of the day, seems bright and sunny.
The stars of the night, are no where in sight.
I sat there by the window pane.
Wondering and astonish at natures wonder.
And suddenly, the serenity of my heart was disturb.
By the powerful wind that passes by.
The cool breeze sends shiver down my spine.
The senses inside me, was somehow awaken.
I could see a butterfly flapping in the air,
Seeking shelter in its flight.
Even the birds are scrambling away.
The morning sun, has lost its glory.
And here comes the impending storm,
Which brings darkness to the day.
The silence of the day was broken.
The melodious tune sung by the birds,
Faded away as the thunder strikes.
Each breeze of cool air,
Went past my face.
The spluttering of the rain against the window pane ,
Creates a slient cry within me.
A tearless cry, fills my heart.
I sigh for relieve.
Overjoyed, overwhelmed,
By the sound of water gushing against the roof .
I was at shelter,
I have a home.
A roof above my head.
I am grateful,
For all the things I have in my life.
I was never worthy, and I never will be.
The sun was shining brightly,
The translucent blue light of the day,
And there was birds flying in the sky.
The start of the day, seems bright and sunny.
The stars of the night, are no where in sight.
I sat there by the window pane.
Wondering and astonish at natures wonder.
And suddenly, the serenity of my heart was disturb.
By the powerful wind that passes by.
The cool breeze sends shiver down my spine.
The senses inside me, was somehow awaken.
I could see a butterfly flapping in the air,
Seeking shelter in its flight.
Even the birds are scrambling away.
The morning sun, has lost its glory.
And here comes the impending storm,
Which brings darkness to the day.
The silence of the day was broken.
The melodious tune sung by the birds,
Faded away as the thunder strikes.
Each breeze of cool air,
Went past my face.
The spluttering of the rain against the window pane ,
Creates a slient cry within me.
A tearless cry, fills my heart.
I sigh for relieve.
Overjoyed, overwhelmed,
By the sound of water gushing against the roof .
I was at shelter,
I have a home.
A roof above my head.
I am grateful,
For all the things I have in my life.
I was never worthy, and I never will be.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
"The Mirror"
The heart inside my heart,
Is what I cannot see.
What lies within us,
One can never tell.
The mirror of truth see's all things,
The reflection of the heart is tough to take.
You can know a persons heart,
Simply by what comes out of his mouth.
The tenacity within me to go on,
Is burning with a flaming light .
The quest to search myself has begun.
The quest where there is no turning back.
I need to see the truth,
To see myself, from another side.
To find the key to my own heart,
To open the door.
And when I see the light,
Let darkness within me dissipate.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
"Mistakes"
In life, we make mistakes.
But in one life, how many mistakes can we afford to make?
Mistakes are made, unconciously, unknowingly.
I go from day to day, hoping, that I learn from my mistakes I made.
For if so I never learn, it will not be a possiblity, but an assurance that I will fall into the never ending pit.
How long can I hold on?
Buck up, for time is not on my side.
Curtains are coming to a close.
Rise and fight.
And do what is right.
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