Showing posts with label wounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wounds. Show all posts

Friday, April 6, 2018

We were never strangers...














All the time, when we were near...


We were never strangers.We were some old souls, soaked in our own warmth... in our own minds...on crossroads. Waving at each other... sharing smiles. 





We were never strangers, when we could feel how our hearts fluttered, in the crowd of two. We knew how much deep the darkness we have held inside...how much our lights have peeped inside, the cracks that were only scars and not fresh wounds...





We were  never strangers to the fact, that we were not even friends but we were also not enemies.


We were strangers to ourselves...playing along the line... of ignoring our reflections in each other... we were two lonely souls, connected by a single smile. We were two wounded hearts, connected by a single dream. We were two stupid people, holding guns over each other... with only a bullet left in it.





We were never strangers...for we were the two lines of the single song...the song that was never audible to others, as they were deaf and we...we were two blind people... searching each other in the midst of a wrecked drowning ship...











We were never strangers...how could we... for we were never meant to be... strangers after all.








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Friday, January 6, 2017

The Fire has broken.....
















The fire has broken into my heart...




The flames of passion now escape...









I have been hoping since long now...




But I haven't seen your true face...







My wounds have oozed blood...




Now that has dried in this heat wave...







Smokes of anger and hatred arise from my soul...




Burning all dreams I had for me and you...







Forgetting the sweet kisses and unslept nights...




Everything I have burnt, even myself...








Anger and hatred.... 







Has taken over my innocent heart...









Because of your untrue love...




That you played with my heart...




Life is a withering winter

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