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Memories

2009-08-06T18:18:00.000-07:00

Memories :

The first ray of sunshine, she saw
the first words from her mother, she heard
the first word, she said
the first touch of love, she felt.

From her innocent eyes, she saw
the words of care, she heard
lots and lots, she said
world is as warm as her mothers hug, she felt.

World slowly tearing apart, she saw
less and more, she heard
less and more, she said
I am on my own but with him she felt.

Something she ignored for a long time, she saw
it's awesome, she heard
"Ok", she said
a new universe of her own, she felt.

A torn world, she saw
someone calling her mother, she heard
some strong words, she said
from a girl to a woman, she felt.

Tiring days and nights, she saw
her own blood wailing, she heard
be strong and carry on, she said
why is it me? she felt.

Bud to a flower, she saw
but less, she heard
lots of silent prayers, she said
a sense of dejavu, she felt.

The first rays of sunshine, she sees
a distant music in her mind, she hears
hardly anything, she says
you have to be her to feel what she feels.

"wish i could turn back time
and live some moments that were really mine"

- anand

Mirror

2008-07-14T14:56:00.000-07:00

Me

I dont know what's wrong
never before I felt this way..
Is he the same person ?
seems to go so astray
from the path he chose , he's walking away.

He has been my best friend all my life
but he is not the same today
it's true , its happening
it's his slow moral decay ?

Can't find the answer,
where are the days when he was innocent ?
he was naive , a beautiful human being
I could see right through the wall transparent.

I am trying real hard ,
but I can't stand those stubborn eyes
can't see his face anymore
nothing seems to work , my heart cries.

Can't hold the fury inside me anymore
I raise my hand and punch him hard;
the glass shatters, feel the bite of pain.
I stand helpless in the mess of thousands of pieces,
see him in each cracked piece of my heart
his eyes piercing the clear glass.

anand

PUNCHING THE WALL

2007-11-04T01:23:00.000-07:00

just some of my free thoughts...

PUNCHING THE WALL...

All you can see around you is red,
the ears are buzzing with the words the wall said
it's a high when you are knocked out
u can't feel yourself , you're numb;
but u can see the red around,
u know it's you , you're alive
the fight goes on , the hope stays alive...

It all started ,when u first saw the wall,
she had smiled , but she had made it clear
you could try but never cross
you knew u were strong , and you still are
you had found what you were looking for
but u were chasing a dream that never was..

you started punching the wall and the game started
you tried hard but she wouldnt crack
you bled and gave yourself to it
but it was nothing that she gave back

it went for days and nights
the pain started growing as you felt
you knew u were strong , and you still are
but the time had come when you knelt

she felt pity and made it clear again,said
none of your punches had strongly connected
but you were a fighter and kept going on
you would rather die than live dejected...
you started falling , you wouldnt give up
you had broken yourself; worth being tough ?

its a high when you are knocked out
u cant feel yourself , you're numb;
but u can see the red around,
u know its you , you're alive.
the fight goes on , the the hope stays alive...