You may not hear
the sound of my footsteps,
but I will always be there;
right behind you.
the month of love brought the brightest smile in my beloved’s face. your gleeful face and melodious laughter are etched in my heart forever. february, thank you so much. you will always be remembered for ever.
I was happy in my own black and white world. Unaware of other colours, black and white were the only colours of my life.
One day, I saw you smiling at me. You had many vibrant colours. We played with colours and smeared colours on each other. My world was full of colours, the colours I have never seen. At the end of the day, you bid a cold goodbye. You took all the colours with you, leaving only blue on my hands. I stood there numb staring at my hands.
The day I die,
come to my grave to see me off.
Bring the white flowers
of different, beautiful kinds
to place them on my coffin.
That day,
I won’t hold your flowers anymore.
I won’t cry tears any longer.
I will be lying there peacefully,
but the fire will burn
and the flames will rise that day.
The tears won’t roll down from your eyes.
You will find yourself crying.
The pain will never go away.
Your heart will cry out loud,
but the eyes will suffer more.
You will be able to look at me,
but I won’t turn to you, ever.
Take me back to that time –
when the little things bring
an immense happiness,
when quarrels last
for a couple of minutes,
when people are just people
and they don’t matter,
when a sad face gets
a chocolate to cheer up,
when pain and sorrow
never roam around,
when smiles are real
and tears are pure.
Tonight the moon
is singing again
the song of victory.
She has put back
her delicate soul together.
She knows that once again
she will be drawn off;
till she is down again
in the dark sky,
alone and cold.
Then she will replenish
herself and stand tall.
This goes on –
they keep destroying,
but she never gives up.
broken petals 