Whispers

I go on staring

May be something will come

But I know it wont

Ever felt that there is this big hole?

And your heart pumps harder,

And as the blood rushes to your head

You realize, you're alone

Thats how you come into this world

And that how you will go

Though I so very wish it was not so

I go on staring

Maybe something now?

But you knew where you are going,

Why did you go?

Dont you want to go back?

Why dont you undo what you did?

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop asking me questions.

I dont because I cant.

Why dont you understand?

But why cant you?

That is a question; I told you to stop.

Why do you want me to stop?

Were It possible you would be dead,

but alas you be the second half of me in my head

If you are to die I do too, So you know I wont kill you.

Why do you trouble me so? With all your questions?

I do because I feel the same as you; You Fool!

You fool! I understand that is why I do!

I go on staring

Even though I know nothing will come.

For I have hope; However false it might be

This false hope shows me what I want to see,

There is no hole, I am anew;

It is filled because its me and ...

An Ogre's Wish

Beauty can charm a beast, and so was I

Being an ogre, nothing more than a beast

And till today so I am

But being an ogre, misuderstood, and so was I

Many times before till today so I am

The kindest guestures being oh so rude

And the gentlest words being oh so crude

For being an ogre I knew no better, though I wish I was

I wish I was, I wish I was, Charming

What is deep in me will never go away

Nor do I want it to, I cherish It till today

I wish It wasnt guestures, neither word

Oh how I wish it was something else

But I am an ogre, wishes dont come true for me

Why dont they?

But still I wish I was Charming to ...

My sweetest Decembers

Standing where I am not knowing where I stand

I look on ahead, I do not know what I see

Illusions are they made of fond memory?

Walking because I have to walk but I dont know where I go

Looking back I see the the path I had been on

That is where I want to be back in my own history

I am very lost but I have to walk

Why must I walk I do not know

How many times has it been?

Oh so many, so many jumbled up pieces of red string

In autumn leaves, or sunflower bushes

In foggy windows, in dusty heat

But for me it was all just winter

So very very sweet december

So many pieces of jumbled red strings

I wish they would go away, for when they do its wonderful

Just me and ...

Less Than Perfect

I was wondering when I saw that bearded old man on his little sheet of chequered red.

With his legs tucked away and his ribs giving away his long days of being unfed.

I was wondering even more when I saw her sitting there dejectedly,watching him sleep.

As if her troubles were not enough for her, she had to bring more from him to keep.

And then as my car whooshed by I turned my head around to see my mistake.

She was not there for him, the pain behind the pain in those eyes could not be fake.

As my head set itself into motion to look at the road ahead again.

My heart ached silently in the morning rush to feel that same pain.

What would I not give to feel that pain again, exihilirating thrill.

I would give anything to feel that longing brood against my will.

To trust again, to love free of fear of what does it all really mean.

This story is about him& her but also of what could have been.

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I thought of naming this "him & her" but i dunno why "less than perfect" jumped to my mind n took precedence.

Give me a Name

These memories filing my head

The voice that is just about dead

Hold my hand and let us walk

Past is past and future is eternal

 

The real world is hard to live in

We keep on falling and getting hurt

Remember me walking in the rain?

It’s that me, I am here again

 

I know I said it a thousand times

But, I am yours and you are mine

Hold my hand and we will fly

Higher than anyone, closer to the sky

 

Gathering stardust, scattering more

I don’t want us to burn out like before

Pull me up if I fall,

I don’t want to, just like you.

 

A little boy I see the world

So big, so dark, so fearful

Hold my hand we can make it through

Because I am scared, just like you

 

I am still thinking about you

As rain starts and stops

As the sky grows dark

As the as the leaves change colour

 

As you go deep into my heart

I fly up into the sky

This little boy might never be a prince

But to this boy you are always his princess

Marooned

Marooned on an island a bird softly sings,

Long lost memories and sadness it brings.

Marooned on an island a lovely bird shrieks,

Of pain and blood its love song reeks.

But one emotion it does not want;

It does not want, it surely does not want.

--Of being marooned in maroon!

It screams "Gimme Red"; splash the town.

Birdie refuses to look at 'love' as just another noun.

Marooned on an island, the bird is relentless.

Love is the name of the bird, it is flightless.

Another one of my bird songs[the other one being "Song of a Night Bird"http://manycoloredrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-night-bird.html]

I somehow like using birds as a metaphor.

And by flightless i dont mean to be cruel and say the birds wings got clipped off or something but because love is such a bird that when it dwells on something, even if it is a marooned island, it is not going to leave that place ever and go away. Tough metaphorism i will concede but i've always been like that!