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Say a few words. ~ Rachel

A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha

In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.

In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.

One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad


Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Waiting...

The night just breaks away to pieces, but i'm still standing here waiting for the dead sun to move along. I've seen a million times these faces, and what lies beneath, But I wish i didnt have to be the one. And everytime you hurt, I must hurt more than you, and everytime you fall, I skin my knees. Now i stand here just your puppet, whose head you tore apart, cause i refuse to dance as you please. And i gave you my soul, my life, prayed you get my heaven too, as you ripped the feathers off my bony wings. Why do you fear i'd fly, when i have no where to go to? when i skimper, like your dog, when your bell rings. You've walked across my soul, you know its every corner, cant you no longer see what i hide? You burned your stamp into my skin, And I, took it for an honour, till you concealed me like a blemish to your pride. And every treasure that i own, has only come from you, do you see me not as one who would repay? didnt you hear my glass heart shatter, when you crowned me mistress to your pain, and you spun so meaningless in blinding rage. And the world begins to spin, the haze begins to fade, yet i can smell this delirium on my skin would you hold me close would let me go my mind cant decide, And I keep paying playing praying to pay just for your sins. And I love you oh so dearly, and Ive failed you every time, and as i try leaving, i can only pray, But If the world starts to crumble, my blind arms would reach for you, and tonight its your safety that makes me walk away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know there is a break..and i rushed into writing it..really need input..after this very long writers block. And Hey! : ]

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