Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#13 Ignorance - ain't a bliss

Hatred is accepted with a bow,
But not the way thou overlook,

Of all the things that mean to thou,
Mine exsistance ain't worth a mention,

Useless, unworthy and trashed
Avoided, ignored and smashed,

I die, I die, I die every moment,
Knowing I ain't needed anymore,

I behold, keep intact, still a hope,
One day will rise, when thou,

Might notice my absence,
Might need me the way I do,

I'll wait, I'll wait,
As long as I can behold,

Despise, dislike even make me cry,
But never ignore till I die...
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#12 Not in love

A/N- This was scribbled almost 2 years back, kindly ignore the silliness, mushiness..
Umm.. better ignore the whole post...


It’s just that, sometimes you come in my dreams

It’s just that, sometimes you don’t lemme sleep
Sometimes I think of you, sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I miss you, some times I don’t
When I see you I literally shake
People around me think I am a freak
Oh no! I am not in love with you
It’s just that wherever I see, I see "you"…

Someone is ruling my dreams and thoughts
Someone’s name dominates everything I wrote
When I see some one, my heart rate goes high
When I talk to him, I swear I can touch the sky
Someone is remembered all the time
Wishes are made for him to be fine
Oh no! I am not in love with you
It’s just that the “someone” is you…

All I need is someone to care
Someone who holds my hand and says “I m always there”
Someone with whom I can always talk and share
Some one who’ll love me like a lover not a player
Someone on whom I can always rely
Someone who can make me smile even when I cry
Oh no! I am not in love with you
It’s just that I wish the “someone” is you…

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A thing of beauty.. is a joy forever.

John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) a poet, a lover, a soul who saw what many couldn’t and said what had been unsaid for too long, un-felt by many and maybe not yet understood by much more.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing…

‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’ as the phrase announces, a thing of beauty, be it a beautiful rose swinging in garden beside or the rains pouring in the green valley, even the high raised mountains, every thing created by the almighty is beautiful and has a soothing effect on a turbulent, disheveled soul.

A memory of a long lost friend, a stupid mistake done in childhood, the first love, the first touch, the first kiss, a small eye contact with a cute stranger, the touch of mother’s hand when we are depressed, father’s hug when we accomplish something, even the tears that come out after a great laugh- a thing of beauty, a sweet memory has the power to revive us even in the saddest of the mood, makes us smile even in depression.

A beautiful object is treasured in our mind forever, it provides an eternal and everlasting joy of happiness that never fades with time but multiplies manifold whenever we revisit those memories. As it’s said ‘A perfect world will be a disaster’ thus life is imperfect, unexpected and un-satisfying, but that’s the way it’s meant to be, ain’t it?

What if every thing goes the way we want? What if one day we wake up and know we have no dreams left unfulfilled? What if every rain accompanies a beautiful rainbow, will there be the same happiness when we get the opportunity to see it once or twice in springs? What if every night is blessed with a sweet and lovely dream, then would there be the same smile on our face when we wake up, when we usually have them once in the blue moon? Even the repetition of the most perfect moments in our life continuously will cause mental trauma...

Life is a struggle for success, our paths towards success many a times gets obstructed by deceit and selfishness of our friends and we suffer pangs of defeat and in much destructive cases loss of hope which makes us develop a sad and disdainful approach to life… and in those cases of utter darkness the only things that has the power to bring us out of the state is- memories of the beautiful times spent with our loved ones..

A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

~John Keats

John Keats, You are still alive in hearts of every lover, may your soul rests in peace.

~A worshiper of John Keats and his creations

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#11 The 'touch' it was

Though ‘twas smooth,
Yet sparks flew.
Soft and gentle,
Yet passion intact.

Calmness of sea,
Warmth of the sun.

Silence spoke volumes,
Yet no songs heard.
Budding new feelings,
Deep seated emotions.

The touch 'twas
something new, something rare..

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#10 Uncertainty

Unsaid words, unexpressed emotions
There’s this pinch of pain even in bliss
Uncertainty of future, fear of losing
Imperfections of life, awful and amusing...