A Careless Observation...

I saw threee birds flying
In the sky today
Which was filled with wiffs of grey clouds
And no sight of the wind
But in the flight of the birds
You could feel its strenght
Yet the leaves on the trees and the ground
Stood still...
Bathed in different hues of automne
Waiting to travel
With the wind
Which seemed to favour
The three birds flying high
Instead of the leaves
On the trees and ground
Standing amazingly still...

Just stumbled upon something i'd written a long time ago

Of me what do i say
A simple human being
Trying to find the way
i seek not riches
nor do i seek fame...
I just long for my love and me
to meet again

Thoughts...

You talk to me of the wonders of the world
And I will tell you of what lies beyond the deep blue skies
I never have been there, but I)'ve imagined a whole lot of things
Imaginations... gives birth to a whole lot of incertainties
And imaginations also gives birth to hope
For something that you have not done or experienced before
But still plan to do...
It means not that you shall be bad at it
And then again maybe yes!
Look at it, it's just another opportunity; to learn
Just another opportunity to grow
Growing... You can never stop yourself from growing
You are capable of growing in all aspects of life
And not just life... you grow in death also !
Though not physically, but in peoples' memories
Memories... the one thing that will keep you always alive
But then again memories fade away...
And to to that it takes it own sweet time
Time ... it's something always in scarce supply
And thus wisely should it be spent...
So when i finesh telling you of what lies beyond the deep blue skies...
My love; will you talk to me of the wonders of the world!!!

A thousand words written in ink...
Ink, expressing all the emotions...
All the emotions in the same colour...
The same colour, talking of our feelings...
Our feelings, all of them so different...
So different, various as the thoughts
The thoughts, that float through the mind
The mind, that  helps one to dream
The dream that gives hope to the heart
The heart expresses itself through the pen
The pen which writes a thousand words...

When every breath
Is reduced to a sigh
And when supposed to sleep
All you do is lie in bed with tears in each eye

They say its difficult to smile
When all you want to do is cry
I say its even more difficult to live
When every moment strengthens the urge to die

A tear rolls down
Quickly followed by another
A sharp pain
Leaves me breathless
The mind goes numb
Incapable to anything feel
The eyes blur
A thing they cannot percieve
And what remains of all this
Is just a fake smile
For the world to see
Ignorant is everyone
Of the destruction happening
Within me

They say they love me...

And still they let me cry..

They say they love me ...

And stillthe don't wipe my tears dry...

They say they love  me ...

And still they don't see the hope in me die???

They say they love me ...

And still they don't know in what my happines, my smiles lie...

They say they love me ...

And still they don't in me trust

They say they love me ...

And still they let my love gather dust

They say they love me ... 

And still they claim of giving me what i want

They say they love me  ...

And still they are unaware of the anxieties that me haunt

They say they love me ...

And still don't know why somuch i sigh

They say they love me ...

And still they don't realiseif i don't get my love 

I shall just give up and die...