Saturday, August 21, 2010

She... I

She stands at the bank of the river
it is beautiful, she thinks
the golden rays hitting the calm surface.
She stares out into the horizon
it seems far off
just like her mind..and heart

A tear slowly glides down her cheek
is this it, is this all that life has to offer
The pain is gripping
a tight vice around her insides
She lets out a sob
and wonders if anyone really cares

She harshly wipes off the tear
as she has learned to with time
bottle it all up, she knows best

She wonders,
does the pain stop when you are dead

Remember me.

When the sun rises, its warm rays gently caressing
When the rain in torrents pour or in slight drops
when on your skin the cool dew drenched leaves rub
Be still and a moment take
Please remember me

Today i laugh, dance, twirl
But tomorrow in a tomb may lay
Hold dear my now, for its not forever
But my now is all we both have
Please remember me

Today I gaze upon the star studded sky
Hoping in my life's journey, memories i have built
friend made, hearts touched, broken and mended
Upon the shooting star i wish out loud
Please remember me

The bird will bring you messages
In the sweetest of melodies, she will sing
Of me, of u, of us
Then u will know i have left but still remain
Please remember me

If before you, tears i shed
In pain or joy, that thought hold close
If laughter i brought to your life
Or oh sweet love, from deep within
Please remember me

Remember me

A rose by any other name...

She cannot stop staring at the single rose freshly planted on the green mound, its petals drooping as the rain incessantly falls around it. In the misty haze, its once dashingly pink radiance seems to fade. So engrossed in it, She fails to notice that the rain too is falling around her. She sends out a cold shiver, but she is not cold, just chilled.

She turns around and everyone is walking away, seeking shelter from the pour. She stands back waiting to feel the pain she has grown accustomed to, having felt it for so long but, it is not there anymore. the pain of having people walk away, having people ignore her.

She turns back to the rose and feels closer to it. It reminds her of herself- alone, tired and fading... fading away from everyone she thought cared about her.

Her eyes are dry, unlike everyone else huddled by the cold, dark building who seemed to be crying-she doesn't know why. Shes just glad that for the first time in a long time she feels at peace.

She bends over to touch the rose and that's when she reads the tomb stone. It has her name on it!

Goodbye 2009!

(Wrote this in December of 2009)

As the curtain falls on 2009, I cannot help but look back with both nostalgia and relief. To a year that was at once as great as it was among the worst. A year that brought with it as much gain as it did loss.

To the year that handed me its fair share of heartbreaks, where I loved with great intensity and hated with about the same. My expectations were by far exceeded and still my expectations were not met.

I stumbled, fumbled, fell and broke but still I got up mended and unbroke. I caused pain and brought tears with the same heart that comforted and embraced. I left, was left. I let go, was let go and so the circle goes on..

Awesome memories were made and not so awesome ones still linger. Memories that I may want the whole world to be party to and others that make me cringe and flinch.

Angels I met along the way and will forever be with me along my way. Others, well... but in a special way I was moulded by it all.

To this year I say it was great to know you but maybe its time I moved on. You are right I have no idea what the next will bring but how else will I find out?