The cobblestone path we once walked upon Now lay covered with snow By the time you come back again, I hope I would have discovered my purpose.
These days are a bit lonely though I tried to accept the silence But with it, come the tears too sometimes. If you ask me, I'd say I'm fine I've known this loneliness all my life. Yet I can't deny, I would be happiest, if you were by my side.
"Everyone is born with a purpose" You told me as you parted. Perhaps you were worried That I would lose myself without anyone To hold onto. I saw the love in your eyes, which didn't show the pain behind your goodbye But I held your words tightly in my heart, not letting them go.
I don't think I could let you see me right now I've been out of sunshine too. Sometimes I run outside, try to lure some sweet moments my way But by the sunset I come back crying My clothes are dirty, I have a few wounds. So I go back inside and lock the door And I end up losing myself.
I'll tell you though, to not worry. Perhaps I'm like the moon, I have too many phases. But isn't it worth it? All the dark nights and hard times If I can truly shine at least, once in a while?
You swarm to me on your two feet And I give you wings to fly. It is my turn today, would you take a pause Remember the ones we lost and cry.
Endings, aren't they sad? A November's ultimatum, for an years' end A death's ultimatum, for a life's end A brutalities' ultimatum, for goodness' end. Do you remember my shrieks when they burned my children to death?
23 bullets upon his abdomen and chest Standing without an arm, or a vest What did he think, but to save the innocent Who was he, a fool striving to protect, those he called his countrymen?
A father's loss, a nation's loss A mother's tears, do you hear The strength with which beats her heart Would you pause for a moment and think Of the ones who traded their life for yours?
Not another day shall come, for another blood bath Peace, we kept, but you ought to take an oath We stood strong and fought it hard But the sacrifices we made Forget them not. The lives we lost, Forget them not.
I remember The wooden bench upon the hill We climbed together While seeking lost lakes In between the towns.
I wonder How long would it take them to find us If we decided to get lost with the lakes.
I remember The abandoned tree houses we climbed in Feeling the deja vu of a horror film Yet safe because it was still sunny and blue.
I wonder If they would find us If we decided to spend the night there Watching the stars twinkling and falling.
I remember The paths lined by strawberries And how you taught me to see where the snails have been
I wonder If they would still taste as sweet Without you If I went there, alone now.
I remember the grasses greenest I've ever seen And the mother duck guarding its babies When we went by the lake And the lilies and lotuses The quiet between the content leaves Happy birds and squirrels All giving us company.
I remember it all As if it were a dream My heart soars to write as memories flow with the ink. Now that is a place closest to my heart Where I sit by the evening to write Somewhere between dreams and realities.
Once again I call upon the night For that is my home Not because it's dark But because it's where I stay unknown Wrapped up in its cloak Born of oblivion and waiting to be gone Into the dusts of time It is more comforting to be on your own Than to be with others and still feel alone It's a hopeless reverie You'll keep seeking more and more Like a thirsty drunkard Walking the streets of forgotten Rome.
And yet you can't help Being devastated when the waves strike All the strengths you built collapse It's another dark age, you only hope you'll survive.
And you look up to the stars That's where you find solace They're lonely too Just lost specs wandering without meaning In the seamless space.
The sighs are your only emotion in the numbness The heartbeat a drawl of faint fear No matter how far you walk The footprints you leave will eventually wear.
When everyone has somewhere to go, or somewhere to be and I am invisible to the world, What's a girl to do with herself? If everyone is dancing, but I can't hear the music, What does that say about this girl? When people are rushing here & there, if I should fall down Why do they walk past and not look me in the eye? If I were to disappear in the blink of an eye, Would life continue as if I had not even been here........would I be missed? These are questions that a girl doesn't have answers for Perhaps the girl is afraid of what the answers are Maybe she knows the answers, because she lives this every day No one should be invisible, we're not built to be alone in this world Maybe this girl just needs one person to notice her, and be happy she is alive
Our conscience awakes for two days after that again its a normal day... we outrage but are never serious about the measures we can take to ensure safety. Women are not sure the police is there for our safety... they are still not confident to dial 100. The system has to ensure that even if 100 false alarms are raised its OK ... we are not disturbing the police ... its OK to call them. Its not hard to put things in place if there is a will and seriousness about it. Rather we are more interested in the religion of the criminals... what nonsence is that... we want to use incedents for our political benefit.. its really we the citizens and the govt. who is responsible for these incedents ... you can't say why the criminals are behaving like criminals ... thats a stupid question... the day we take ownership it will end.. . when we start to fire the area police officer incharge ... the area mla ... see how fast these will get controlled.
Sometimes, you find yourself walking the streets at 6 AM, when the sky is still dark and there is no other soul in sight. Your feet sound unnaturally loud and a smile travels from the edge of your eyes, down your cheeks before dying at the edge of your lips.
It is a kind of wildness that exhilarates you, sending a surge of dopamine flooding into your brain. For a few precious minutes, the city is your oyster, and you are a king who doesn't know the first thing about being a ruler.
Sunlight falls gently on the old buildings, and the shadows are strangers, shifting swiftly from one church to another. You don't say anything, because there's nothing to say. You simply wait and watch, as the new day takes its first steps.
Time slows down, imperceptibly. Before the deadlines come crashing down, you must find the split second of silence, that evanescent peace that exists between the end of one song and the beginning of another. Your heart must live in that moment, before if flits away like a mockingbird embarking on its last flight.