The World Never Stops

Fade these dreams
The past is so clear
The world never stops
So why would these tears?

Moving on and getting over
Are always better said than done
Nothing seems easy
Life is one big run.

The rains pour relentlessly
The sun fears to shine
They say scars, they heal
Things mend with time.

But shattered glass and decaying carcass
Can they be mended from the grime?
Somethings, when they leave,
There are just memories they leave behind.

Wishes and desires, they never cease
Wants turn into basic needs
And never a soul slumbers in its last
With satisfaction of its life past.

And behold the vastness of Eternity
Is it even real?
The world never stops
So why would these tears?

Time

Spending time with loved ones
Has always been an elusive dream
Casting shadows in light
Time has been a vision in green.

But any moment I spend with you
I remember clearly even after aeons
Those cherished memories never fade
They are coloured with childhood's crayons.

The life I'm living is your gift
I musn't waste it so
Every moment alive may your presence
In my lonely life be imbued.

Mother, you are my guardian angel
You know I love you too
Prizes can be won and lost
But you are a brightness in the blues.

Mother, I promise, I will always be there for you.
Regardless of the limitations time sets on you.

Lighting up corners

They say I've begun talking cheerfully, smiling and participating.

Finally! I'd say.

But do I really want this? I wanted to remain as I was, wallowing in despair.

But, no, there's a world lighted up out there. And it's beautiful if you see its true beauty.

Yeah, I realized that of late. Thanks to a lot of people. And I guess, to me.

So, how does one cope up? How exactly does one come out of the shell? Out of the dark corner to see the window?

Out of curiosity, I'm asking these questions. And also to help myself.

Yes, finally, to help myself.

Now that I want to get out of what I was in, I'm reminded of a statement of a person who meant and means a lot to me. That he'd help me out, doing anything. Anything. I wish I had that help.

But now I guess I'll have to manage without that. Not an impossible thing to do.

But then again, 'it always helps if there's an angel watching over you'.

But I'll manage. I'll light up the corners. At least as a start.

Wish me luck. :) (I'm begging for comments :P)

The Bleeding Rose

A guitar with broken strings
Sings distant tunes of endless, unrequited love
Still dances to the beat
Of broken drums and dreams, uselessly shoved.


A rose in a thorny bush blooms
Caught in the thorns, it bleeds
The blue sky pours tears for it
But fails to wash away the bloody deeds.


A song half composed
Lies untouched by the poet for years
Yellowing pages and crumbling corners
Ink dissolves in tears.


Thoughts fade, memories are washed away.
But the heart still cries for the same sorrow everyday.


Bright sunlight appears like
Blinding stark darkness
The evanescent moonlight
Just lights up the corners.


Shoving away the tears
The heart continues to cry
Evaporating salt and water
The tears run dry.


Out of courtesy, a concerned mother
Places a hand on the drooping shoulder
The heart overwhelmes
And tears fall afresh onwards.


The scars will never recede.
The sorrow just increases.