the floodgate of feelings:)

the cold keeps meeting her halfway the night slowly crawls, over her bright days and though the sunlight breaks away, she walks,obliviously, carrying her broken faith her stilted smile still remains without a droplet from her eyes  she drenches, in the rain she is so dispassionate and stultified yet she doesn't complain she makes up her mind, not to turn back decides to leave it all behind and prepares to combat but as a vestige of memories, suddenly break, and enter her mind refuses to give in but; her heart surrenders and she unwillingly drifts away again, to all that she still remembers

hey guys em back again finally done with exams and school stuff...:) last night i went over this massive argument with my dad about the "youth" nowadays...dad said they used to be more productive in " his days "...and i was like "no they weren't, because in your days, all they used to be productive about was about THEIR lives, not others"...he completely disagreed, saying that the youth today is very disobedient and rude, he told me that if I was the youth from " his days "..then i wouldn't have argued about this point" <roll eyes> that comment just fumed me up, and agitated i realized that i just HAD to vent everything out here! because the question of the X generations regard for their elders doesn't merely get answered by a simple "yes" or "no" ... in fact this global argument can never be fully satisfied unless we look at it from all dimensions! Sure i do find a lot of teenagers lacking...

everything starts to spin,  she smiles..and her heart laughs out in glee... "finally a change, finally death has taken out its time to knock on her door" with that thought, darkness encases her, and she falls...  ...conciousness regained... she wakes up to find tears in her eyes she cries to see... no angels by her side; she cries out loud... because she cant forget; she cries so hard... because she regrets; she wishes it to end desires the broken heart to mend she yearns to die inclines to escape... the sullen goodbye;  she wishes him to be her strength again rather then just a weakness... that drives her insane...! upon waking up,she starts to weep, because maybe, when she fell in the deep slumber, she didn't really want to wake up again. when faith turns to distrust care turns in oblivion smiles change in despair minutes become hours when tears burn in anger and promises beco...

dwelling upon those well-spent days... and the people, who made them that way i cant help but wish  to build a bridge, that would get me across the memory lane and lead me back home, where those distant faces linger with those ever lasting smiles and those happy tears As i try and fight the nostalgia,  which builds up inside of me i feel so stuck halfway because i know now, that no matter how long i try to cling on to those times, they would still slip away, and if only, time would rejuvenate  because, when i stare out into that past i remember nothing,  yet, i recall the gain but then the remains of those scattered memories remind me... that i could not blame anyone, for not staying the same since its just life playing, playing, its most played game:) <3

...As I bent down to give the finishing touches to the backdrop we were preparing for the school carnival,  I saw you from the corner of my eye...you were walking away with your head bent down...and my heart wrenched as it longed to get some warmth which could only be obtained by your loves radiation. but it seemed unattainable, we had kept fighting vainly for days...and the tunnel of dejection seemed endless...it kept stretching on callously and mercilessly...without letting even a ray of hope pass through it. Deep in my heart, I had forgiven you for whatever you did...and deeper in my heart, I knew that, you had forgiven me too...but God knows what was stopping us, God knows why we had suddenly become the same poles of different magnets.  I knew that I didn't have much time left, it was now or never, because after an hour from then, you were going to leave town for a week or so...and I knew that such distance would make our hearts colder towards each other, they w...

I love you a lot my sweet angel because you were always right beside me you vowed to see to me you loved me for my silly things and you always, always cared i adore you my little angel because you were the one who understands the only moon beam on my golden sand the one with the extended hand and the one who loved me, for who i am  my bitter-sweet angel with whom childhood secrets i had shared you sometimes brought me to tears through laughter or through fears but i know you were always near because in the end you were always there i miss you my pretty winged angel and though you are faraway deep in my heart, you will forever stay my cool breeze,in the hot may i love you and i will always say that you still know exactly how, to make my day :) something simple, i wrote for a friend of mine a year back...:) it isnt something that great, but the person i wrote it for is all what matters:)

sleep sweet my angel,sleep sweet get in those covers, and in your white bed... forget about everything to rest your insomniac head! sleep sweet my angel sleep sweet. and when you seal your eyes... escape from this world... go up above high and when you touch the velvet sky do bid goodbye to all evil, to all lies and darling please when you fall in your deep slumber... do fall...with a happy state of mind! sleep sweet my angel,sleep sweet and when you start to deem forget about every misery you deem make sure you follow that silver beam because i am certain, that your final destiny will give you all you need but as you proceed... and suddenly remember me... who is left here crying about your finalty who is lost in the pages of your mortality who said she will love you...for eternity then you should know... that darling please when  you see me weep dont for a second destroy your sweet sleep because there is someone else... whose love is full ...