"METAMORPHOSIS OF LIFE."

                                                 I love you.... Silly...                                                 He always says that to me.                                       When all drowned in vulnerability                                                  I have his assurance                                                 that he will be with me                                                 No matter what…                                                  No matter how                                                 our days will be...                                                   Through the joys and miseries                                                         We’ll get it through                                                       above all uncertainties                                              Together we’ll face tomorrow                                                                   Holding ...                                              

She sleeps with her eyes half-open and voices bother her like unwanted visitors. She loves the smell of her bed-sheets. She loves to watch the world from the heights of her stilettos. She watches musicals about love and comedies about well, love. She folds herself and lies silently in between the pages of her paperbacks for hours. She bathes for hours. She waits for no one...for hours. She drinks water in sips. She hates traffic. She loves those frills around her dresses.She love to fold the pillow covers. She loves dark chocolates. She loves the crust of the cakes. She likes her breath after a cup of coffee. She wants to whistle when on a long walk, only she doesn't know how to. She wants to fly, alone. She wants to climb the highest of the mountains and sit there till the stars come by, alone. She wants to love someone. She wants to meet someone by the sea shore who would never let her go. She wants to be someone that she herself won't let go. She lives

                                                                                                            Then, anger                            was a crease in the brow                                    and silence                                  a catastrophe.                               Then, making up                             was a mutual smile                                   and a glance                                        a gift.                         Now, just look at this mess                     that you've made of that love.                           You grovel at my feet                                and I berate you                     and can't let my anger go. P.S- Love for me can be never a feel

A long time away from blogging.... Life has changed beyond for me by now... his moment, as I sit here to pen down my feelings... my hands tremble and I fumble on words. there's a storm of emotions on loose I guess... I find it hard to stabilize myself and gain control on the emotions, yet I have tried to make out a poem depicting one of many emotions dwelling in me...                                                           MISERABLE                                        My aching heart...this fatal hollowness These bleeding eyes... That long to see you smiling back at me.... Miles apart, when u severe me from you I lose myself wandering in my nothingness I walked in the rain...Burning in my endless pain.... I cry and scream out as I go on... My woeful nightmare My fears have come true.. The stark darkness an this numb aching heart... I walk without coming to an end.... Lost your trail in the rain... I hate being on my own..... My dreams have

                                                                                 START NEW NOW, SMILE AT                       BYGONE REMAINS OF HARSH PAST.                                 NEW YEAR AWAITS YOU! Been away from blogger for a lot of time now and have gone through the toughest of situations, May almighty ease my and everyone's difficulties and make us stronger, brighter and prosperous. The thing which I keep on saying myself is NEVER LOSE THE ZEAL OF LIFE.Life has to be harsh because it is the way it is and it should be, to keep the fighting spirit alive. I am sure being served by a golden spoon may sound beautiful but will definitely be boring at a moment..... STAY BLESSED AND LOVED....  HAPPY NEW YEAR.... :) :) This haiku was written for Haiku heights the prompt for this week is NEW!

                              CHERISHED EYES ELATE,                      GENEROUS SHOWER UNLEASHED.                                AH! IT RAINED AGAIN.                                  MELLOW TUNES I HEAR                                   ECSTASY SETTLE WITHIN,                                       DULCETLING TO LIFE                              PAPER BOATS I SAIL FRESH                        TO ANOTHER LAND, MESSAGE THEM                                         PURE ONSET OF RAIN! No hidden fact I love rains alot... dedicated purely to that joy which rains fill in me :) This haiku is written for Haiku Heights and the prompt for today's September challenge is "RAIN."