My Best Enemy

What happen to the love we had
Knowing its his love makes me mad
she told you it was a cool thing to do
So you belived him since she was your boo
Now you know all the things i told you were true
I see you look a little blue
Leaving everything behind for her,was it worth all the pain
So what did you really gain
An addiction to herion aka brown
Does it make you feel like your wearing acrown
To me its an early ticket to hell
I know i can't help so i yell
So please realize rehab is your way out
Because only you can help yourself out

Diary

Pages covered with words,
where my thoughts went alive,
my words piled as diary enteries,
also play their roles in my life.

It contains articles of my personal experiences,
has interesting forums where I discuss about,
It also is filled of a little chatroom,
where I can open my heart and shout.

I use a special ink to write my flashbacks,
when I open my diary the next day,
from the page on which I wrote before,
my special ink vanishes away.

My diary and ink were a gift to me,
which follows me like a shadow to every room,
their existence will never come to an end,
until in front of me stood my doom.

The diary I pen on is my mind,
The ink I use are my words and thoughts,
Where people have restless nights in this fast paced time,
I fill my nights with my diary slots.

A Nameless Emotion

Desire........
this is what we always have in relation.....
expectation.........
Which ruined many relations......
But My Feeling for u.......
Are little different.
I have No desire for your love.
I have no expectations from you.
i love you for no reason and no cause....

I Sometimes wonder, while walking on the empty roads........
strolled by the winds......
The feel of that air ...Give's me Your comfort.
Even though i had never confessed....to u
But yes i do..........talk to you.....
Even you don't know.......
Do u?


Its so murky ...may be so ambiguous u may find me.....
But Its so simple .......
i don want you ....because i love you....
I want you .......if u feel so.....
I don want to impose myself to you........


What i feel for you is not Love........
people say that i do love you......
But its not love......
Its a nameless emotion......
in fact i never had loved anyone ..........
But u r so cherished by me.....
u are so precious.....More than my life .

Its Not love........its a nameless emotion only

Silence

and Some what pathetic also
But yes sometimes Silence speaks
And you know it speaks louder than the words......
But not always.......

It goes deep inside the heart ......
Some how incisions are made,
They are fatal.........
But not always......

It talks about the past.......
The same past which you want to think no more of......
It doesn't matter how felicitous you want to be..
melancholy the surrounding is.....
But not always.....


Some times It is so generous......
As it Hides Your implosion..
But its not perpetual......
May be for a flash but.......
Now it is succinct, dramatic, often sardonic....
But not always.........

You got No Answers For it .......
the only way to reply to it......
or to talk to it is the Silence itself But ......
Remind You Not alwaysssss.................

The Grief

If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly
'Twill break for thee--

And when the world despises--
When Heaven repels my prayer--
Will not mine angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,
By all my hours of pain
O I shall surely win thee,
Beloved, again!

A Moonlit Walk

A moonlit walk on a dusty road
Will give you peace and a getaway mode,
The silvery light at the moment bright ,
Will lift ur spirits to a newer height,
The peaceful walk with all your thoughts clustered up
Will let the words follow up
The deafening sounds of misery
Will soften up as history

The moonlit walk along the shore
Will bring in thoughts galore,
The gurgling sound of the water around
reminds you of your giggling mind as a little child

The moonlit walk around the block
seems so short , yet so far apart
The mesmerising street lamps there
Seem dimmer than the moonlight spread everywhere ,

The moonlit walk comes to a rigid end
When the realities of life step in and blend
The fear of walkin home again
Comes rushing back
And it'll never end
But then agian, the joy we have in both these worlds .....
Is neither worth comment nor amend

They Believe

They believe it was the last blow ,
And that the last thread that held me
will cave in easily ,
They believe that i'll no longer strive
for a worthy sense of appeal,
They believe they can throw me off the edge
And expect no response what so ever said ,

They believe i have been crushed
to a million pieces inside ,
What do they dont believe is the fact that
the pieces are a prize ,
Each prize gives you pride ,
some inspiration , some vibe
To stand up against this hideous jibe ,

They believe i 'll perish and fall astray in time
And that the end has arrived ,
They believe they've pushed me onto a rocky road
Out in the cold ,
What they dont believe is that
there most certainly will be for me ,
at a distance .... an abode .