Knowing Me...

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If I say I'm just a teenager leading a life as normal as it can get, I sort of defy what I stand for. Its not all that easy but it has its moments. I like those moments when they come along and they bring with them a significant amount of emotion, which I only began expressing in words at age 7. Since then, its all about the writing. It gets to certain people and some just don't get it! But I think that its important for me to write because that is maybe the only talent that exists in me [not denying the presence of good enough speech to win a few here and there =P] There is little I know and there is much I simply yap about but I make sure that if its really got to be said, it better be said, however in the wrong or right. I feel much. There are lot of things I plainly observe and those are sort of the things that I adore writing about. I'm inspired by minute details and small things that have a huge impact much later on. There is much more to me that most know and many have bothered not about. Not like I want them to. But I'd like to be known. And that's what I think I stand for, being known beyond what is known. =D

Friday, March 30, 2012

Well Worded?

Your words defined some
and defiled others. They questioned,
They answered, and debated.
But they never stopped.

You string long sentences with words
As if you could fit all you felt
Into sentences.
And you use your muse -
Word after word.

I watched and wondered
About how our lives were so planned
And then you used words
That i did not understand.

If only we lived wordlessly. But that would not do.
I would not feel my words turn into you,
But this is all i can give or do.
Because my words were never a match for you.

You will just smile and say how
Charming you find my sentences
and how beautifully put together my words are.
For you, i am expressive, impressive, moving, touching, random, fantastic and so out of this world
and seldom something else.

For me, you're now nothing more than a string of words.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Distant Dreams

Those were days that are now distant dreams
Dreams that were once so real
that we lived them -
every day, every hour, every waking minute
of blissful togetherness.

Those were days where the self
could not possibly mean something greater
than someone else -
someone we loved, cherished, protected
and somehow understood.

Those were days where we listened
not just heard each other through our ears
but opened our hearts -
souls connecting, communicating, merging
into one bond.

Those were days, but this is the life
that we lead now, and have moved
past dreams that were once ours -
wholly, holy, now ungodly
for they were just dreams.

Reality can never live up to what we have dreamed of.
It only looks at our dreams and somehow manages to scoff.


Power limitless, power unbound,
Unchained, unharnessed,
Power profound.
Power to show, power to see,
Growing, flowing,
Powerful entity.

Light for countless, light for all,
Supreme, extreme,
Rise and fall.
Power revered, a powerful fall,
Unquestioned, unmoved,
Power at all?

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Imperfect Disguise

Always was a somebody
A person that wasn't me
A new countenance over my own
To hide what they shouldn't see.

I marveled at my skill to transform
My art of disappearing behind layers
Oh, the satisfaction of it all
To play among greater players.

Barring from sight all that i was
All that i stood for thus far
Only to take on a colour of what i saw
Fool-proof fool-hardy camouflage.

I thought i was secure
Safe, in my shrouded identity
But someone saw the ugly side
Someone did surely see.

His gaze tore through the layers
The years of error and lies
But it wasn't me he scorned
It was my pretence he despised.

I tried my best to trick his mind
With artless disguise upon disguise
I remain imperfect, forevermore
In his soul searing eyes.

Friday, March 9, 2012


For her self pride and a bit of dignity,
she refuses to let her emotions flow.
But deep down, she only cries
for she is afraid to let go.
There are moments and memories
that shroud the pain and the sorrow.
And only to reclaim what is seemingly lost
she refuses to let go.

She dons that dress over and over,
fixes her hair just right,
loose, over one shoulder it spreads,
and not in a ponytail tight.
For that's how she remembers him liking it
and that's all the love he had to show
and for that love, just that much
she refuses to let go.

One day he remarked on the colour he liked.
Even though he in passing did so,
she holds that colour dear to her heart
and uses it more than before.
 For she loved to see his face light up
Every time in her outfit the colour did show
for that ounce of rather casual love
she dared not let go.

She knows they are bound on separate roads
And to her reach his love will not grow
The pain has not wholly sunk in
Her realisation is rather slow
But for the times they shared, for the little that he cared
and for the fact that he always let her know,
she'll hold onto the friend she's bound to lose
and she'd rather no let go.

[Title suggestions welcome]