Where you belong

I smile, I wait...

Dont stop praying

It is disappointment which makes me realize, I have traveled all this way, only to find my world is somewhere else.

It is pain when I realize, the tune which makes me forget myself and dance comes from puppeteers whose strings I am entangled in.

It is despair that I see in the tired reddened eyes, when I look at the face staring at me in the mirror. And no it doesnt seem to be me anymore.

But it is the hope that makes me knock and wait at the door of my empty house everyday, hoping that someone would come answer it one day.

Till then, dont stop trying, dont stop praying!!!

Healing

Insanity

Flames you fancy

Seldom does the flickering flame know,
Its ferocity, fame and freedom is controlled by the silent fuel fueling it.

While I am not the flame you fancy,
I am the invisible fuel, reflecting the flame,
That you forget to see.

Changing me...

With the hand which took pride in lighting the fire,
But of a soothing lamp,
You used it set fire to our lives,
In which we will eternally burn .

The shoulders I strengthened to bear your weight,
One you could hold on to while you grew old,
You let others rest a gun on it and shoot,
Only to destroy the world I had built for us all.

And as I try to hang on to these dim flames of hope,
In this dim light I try to heal the deep wounds of love,
Please dont pry open them,
And let bleed the bad person in me you have now come to know.