a little romance with life

She'd seen him smoke his dreams away.. In those puffs of little black clouds, she'd seen his money vanish in the air She watched as no friends were left, she watched.. and she cared She felt bad for the broken little guy She stared as he puffed away most of his life She a fought battle deep inside, to be honest or to choose a white lie.. His parents would ask her why his face was so pale, his lips so grey, his eyes so cold They'd ask her to answer truthfully as to why their 20 year old son looked so old.. She'd give no answers, they'd beat him if they knew She'd just stand their quietly wondering what to do She'd argue with herself- "he’ll tell them truth, or one day he'll stop and maybe start anew.." Months passed by and that one little habit had reached an all time high And he pled to her for money, he'd weep and he’d cry She gave him what he wanted believing he would ...

Once upon a time, in a land not too far away There lived a beautiful princess who was 'as white as snow' they say She laughed, she ran as she spread joy around And at nights she dreamt of a prince she hadn’t yet found.. Tall dark and handsome, to her those mattered not When she dreamt of a prince, she dreamt of a different sought Her prince would be kind and as loving as can be What she looked for in her prince was inner beauty.. Days passed by, she looked all over the land And then one fine day, she finally found her man Virtuous, kind and friendly, he soon became everything she knew And too top it all, he was tall, dark and handsome too! And so in this land of fairytales, another magical wedding came alive They danced, they sang and they laughed till they had cried And as she smiled her dazzling smile, the beautiful princess knew This was the man of her dreams, and that dream had come true.. Most poems of this sought, at this point co...

He walked into my life with cold blue eyes, And froze the fire in mine with his ice cold stare He laughed but in his own lost thoughts He heard not a word that I had to say.. He brought me flowers, yellow and bright He brought me lillies, jasmines, tulips so rare He got me gifts that money knew not worth of But never a letter with heartfelt words written there.. He woke me up from my calm dreams With sounds so creaky, so intentional, so loud He was there all the time, night and day And yet even as we walked, I felt alone in the crowd.. And then he told me stories with no beginnings, Later he corrected my walk, my laugh, my style He hit me with bitter words and little lies And yet he claimed to be all mine.. He looked at me with eyes so blank He said words so hollow, so empty, untrue On the promise of a new one, he killed my old little world And then, yes then, he said I Love You.. Dear friend, I hope not, but if you do find yo...

She got up and slammed the door as she walked out of the house. It was all she had wanted to do since the past few days, she just could'nt take it anymore. She stood outside for a few minutes, it was dark and windy, her hair was tied back tight enough that not one strand had the courage to move about. Her kajal had sprewn beneath her eyes, she wore her brother's lose, comfortable shirt,straightened herself up and started walking. She realized she was wearing no shoes but was too angry to go back, plus this was probably her only chance to get away. Yes. That was all she had wanted to do- to get away. Go away somewhere far and now, somehow, her journey had begun. She did'nt care what a mess she looked like, it was nothing compared to the mess inside.. "Not that anyone cares anyway" she said smiling mockingly. It was her favourite laugh- one filled with anger and sadness. She laughed because she knew how entertaining God must be finding it all- her pain, her sufferi...

Would somebody some day understandThat I don't like roses cut off from their roots How is that at the least romantic To give somebody something that's gonna die in a few days? Its beauty that you can see, yet there is no life to it You first kill a beautiful flower and then give it as a gift? Oh no no. That's not what i want, And you can call me weird when i say this, but when you give me something, give me a pot full of roses Give me a love that can grow as each day passes by A rose that is beautiful and living, breathing its life Give me a love that i can cherish as it grows So please, don't ever give me a dying rose. And one day i wish, my balcony will shine With roses that grow old with me, roses that are mine And one day i wish, my life will shine With a man who understands, who's all mine.. :) I feel weird :P