#27 Scarred soul

It's about the wounds inflicted on your soul

Of tearing eyes and heart that bled
A world of dreams that's woven around imaginary core
Comes crashing down in reality's curl

It's about eyes that opened after a centuries sleep
Of the moments spent in thoughts so deep
Of past deeds and flashes of regret
lessons are learnt hard and wet

Choices we make, make us or break us,
paths we choose,  refine us
goals we achieve,  define us

These scars are evidence of errors
Witness of tormented anguish
Companions of bitter healing
Memoirs of drawled  learning.

#24 The Weird Wordsmith

He came from the mysterious town,

Disguised in human form, he moved around

Playing the violin that poured 'weird' words

And so, they called him 'The Weird Wordsmith'

Tunes he played, mesmerized the folks

Everyone swayed in his musical air

She sat in corner watched him play

Collected the 'weird' words that fell in her way

They said 'ruht', 'vole', 'nogay', 'ergert'

"Weird!" she said and moved ahead..

He went round and round giving smiles

Caught her arm when she turned to evade

His deep blue eyes took her by surprise

'Hurt', 'love', 'agony' and 'regret'

Those jumbled 'weird' words flashed ahead

Loud and clear, his eyes betrayed his pledge

For once his fake smile didn't reach his eyes

She read his story in that knot of time

Wordsmith was lonely and miserable

But his pride kept his ground stable

He needed someone alike him in his life

Who could fill his day with real smiles

He had walked a million miles 

Playing his violin, wearing the smile

In search of the one

Who would hear the silent cry

She held his hand and walked ahead

Locking their fingers, he fell in her step

They walked a mile together in easy silence

Another mile took her words to be said

Miles away he could understand her silence

Years later his tunes were heard echoing from a distance
She still collected those weird words, walking a step behind
but now reading the hidden within the written, with a real smile..

#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...