Will You?

Ego!

You! ..... my inspiration .....

Azaad!

mere par jal chukay hain

per main azaad hoon...

zinda dargor hoon..

per main azaad hoon...

zamanay ne berbaad kia..

iradon main shikast hoye..

saans toot gaye..

ab main azaad hoon..

Broken Wings

Slowly as I tread away... tread away from my dreams...I feel a pinch in my heart...it beats with regret... anxious and woe-begone... tears... fall on the floor... flying high I had no remorse.... falling hard, I am broken.. In a forest full of demons... I find a rose beneath the grassy bed... I shed a tear for its loneliness, not comprehending its beauty is beyond words...it is beautiful, for it is one... 

Angels fall from the sky... the fall to submerge in my agony.. they fear... they breath... a sigh! ... of relief... No... of pain... of guilt... of hardship... of suffering... time is not the healer... time repeats the same mistake... closeness... shallow...depth... I rise again ...but with broken wings... 

My words flow like the river ... my words are unheard... I walk away yet another time... looking back at lost time... looking back at memories made... if only... I could be the one .. I could take your pain and dance with you and swing away...where angels would shower their blessings... hold you close and murmur softly beneath the green tree.. You are mine and will always be ... 

The rainbow shone beyond belief... in a time very far in reminiscence... but the colors now fade away... there is no music... no dance ... no sways.... I am bitter in my own worldly ways... the harmony to my rhythm faints in the background....whats highlighted is the broken wings... I tread away ...for I cannot fly... my wings have burnt in the misery of loosing You... I can only tread away...with broken wings...................................

I've had it...

I have had it for today....and for so many days... things around me irritate the hell outta me and all everyone keeps on asking is...whats irritating me..!!! Bloody shit...know it yourself whats irritating me... my brother annoys me so much sometimes....well, all the time... and I really think he is selfish and insensitive............ I wish I cud hit him so hard that his breath stops... (read: kill him) ....but I can't... I adore him like my own child...and thus, it can't be..... I wish he changes....

The wanderer and the soul..

...she could barely stand up... The trees shaded her body... the grass wrapped her slender curves... the moon outlined her surface beautifully... she was innocent and so stunning. No man could say she was anything less than a dream come true…for her… life was different… she had walked miles and miles before she ended up in this forest of love… destiny had showed her the path… she had wandered such far stretches before coming here… but it was not a happy tale…but had a happy ending… like she could barely stand…she could scarcely remember pieces of memory…

… She was a radiant beauty, something she got from her mother…and her character was stronger than many, something she got from her father… growing up she knew she could get who ever she wanted… but what she failed to realize is her wants were too many… and for her sex… to many was too much to handle…

…dreaming … she treaded the highs and lows… the zenith… the climax… many came and many went… she carried on… not knowing that this was something she would not only regret but she will repent… like she did after every act… she sometimes wondered… had this been her life all along… was there ever a moment of innocence in her life… than she would try to catch the lost glimpses… yes, she was innocent…where the angels would bow down to her very existence and submit proof of her being untouched… the highs and lows…. Left her detached… with her soul… the only element of purity left in her… she felt a tinge of pity but a lot of remorse… the demons lurked in the surrounding… eating her flesh… but her soul was still with her… because she never let go… but … she did one day… and her soul left her too… the ounce of wholesomeness left in her was no more… she dies that very day…

… waking up from her nightmare… she knew the signs and omens…. She knew it was time to run away… far far away to never never land… but… something held her back… it was not her mother… not her father… it was her soul… it stood within her… right besides her… holding her softly… giving her the calmness that she sought… the reason she was still alive… her soul… her mate… in his eyes, she felt pure and so innocent… she knew she had loved him since the first time she ever found out what love was… for him love was more than just the highs and lows… the zenith…the apex… love for him was just her… she knew, now she was safe… in his arms where she rested … and the trees shaded their bodies… the grass wrapped their entwined existence… where the moonlight smiled timidly and the stars danced in the velvet sky… she was whole again… she was meant to be… and there the tale ended…the wanderer and the soul… the wandering soul……………