Reality.

She knows the reality.

She knows the truth.

It is hard-hitting.

So much that it takes her breath away.

She surmises.

Anticipates.

But, she does not stop.

She moves towards the ocean of gloom.

She moves towards the black and blue world.

She goes on with good hopes.

She expects things to turn up beautifully.

That was where she went wrong.

Everything's not pleasant.

Especially this.

She shouldn't go on.

However admirable it all looks

she should not.

For it is going to break her into pieces.

She's not sure of it.

Yet she goes on.

Where there are sugar-coated words

with venom inside.

Where there is immense love

but sadly, it is fake.

Wish I could tell her that.

Wish I could stop her.

Wish I could bring her back.

Back to reality.

And then, away from it.

Far, far away.

You don't even know what the reality is.

It is only I, she and the Lord who does.

Peace.

Hollow Promises.

I remember the times when you made promises.
Promises which melt my heart,
made me fonder of you,
made me love you, irrevocably.

Ah! I was drawn closer to you,
as every hour passed by.
The words you uttered
were appealing to me.

You did cute little things
to make me cheerful.
You made me realize how important I am,
to you, every minute.

I was wondering...
if I've fallen for you,
or if I say something amorous to you
whether I really meant it! Well, I did.

As you entered into my life
and were nearer to it,
It all just faded away,
like a beautiful blissful dream.

The heart-melting promises
were hollow.
Without depth.
And, a mere lie.

I wish I could show you
what you had said and
what you have been doing
to me.

Don't you feel?
what I feel.
Don't you know?
how agonizing it is!

I don't know if I can
ever stop loving you
or stop thinking of you
or live with this perpetual malady.

All I can ask is....
Can I have you back?
The way you appeared to me.
For the very first time.

Peace.

Epitome of Composure.

There she is,
lying with her grey round eyes closed,
drowned in the bottomless ocean
of thoughts and dreams,
lost in a world of her own.
Her face is wrinkled and ashen
but, it has a gentle glow.
She looks out,
compelled by the immense blue sky.
Unable to express what she feels.
Her mind is unreadable.
I wish I could just sit by her side
all day long
perceiving what she feels, what she thinks.
But alas!
All I know is that
She is a lady, an alluring lady.
One of a kind!
Her appearance is serene.
She imparts peace.
She is an Epitome of Composure.

Peace.

That feeling of Guilt....

It killed me from inside when

I got to know the sins I have done

Though unknowingly, but must have hurt everyone.

Love is a gesture and is not verbal.

These were the few words

that brought about the guilt in me....

Every blunt refusal to a small request

now turns out to be a sharp blade of pain

Every reply now turns out to be a verbal hit back

These were a few things that

brought about the guilt in me....

I, now, can at least imagine how much stress does it require

to give me an absolute comfort

How much love does it require to encourage almost everything I do!

These were the thoughts

that brought about the guilt in me....

And now I hope this feeling of guilt inscribes into my mind

Like the letters etched on a stone

This feeling of guilt traps me in sorrow

yet makes me feel happy

These are the emotions that will never escape the Guilt.

Peace.