Saturday, 23 February 2013


I cry for those promises that were never made.
I weep for the future we knew we'd never have.
I grieve those dreams that were never meant to be.
I mourn for that part of me that died when you left.
I celebrate the love that had been.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

How can one define love?
Is it in those ages you've spent pining over them?
Or the lifetime you were together?
Is it in how firmly you hold onto them?
Or how easily you let go?
Is it in the tears you shed for them?
Or the pained smile you smile when you think of them?
Is love in the passion with which lips meet?
Or in those stolen, painful glances?
Is it the intensity you feel?
Or the numbness that won't subside?
Is there love in the radiance of the mornings?
Or in the somber stillness of the night?
Is it when every inch of you writhes in agony?
Or when you lay calmly in peace?
Is it in 'Till death do us part'?
Or in 'We were never meant to be'?
Is love in those hands clasped so tight?
Or those fingers that barely touch, as you slowly drift apart?
Does love exist in gloating todays?
Or in the blues of tomorrows?
What exactly do you call love?
How does one define it?

Friday, 8 February 2013


You talk of the moon, the stars, the skies
You talk of the valleys wide and mountains tall
I don't need the universe at my feet
Give me your love and that shall be all.

You talk of gems and jewels and gold
You talk of a huge diamond ring
I don't need these worldly treasures
Your sight alone makes my heart sing.

You talk of a mansion and balls and gowns
You talk of violins and us dancing slow
I don't need a palace, my love
Just a humble abode where our love overflows
You talk of eternal bliss, of a smooth sailing
You talk of taking away my misery
I don't need a fairytale, sweet lover
Just your hand to hold through life's bittersweet journey.