You are the only thing I want...
The only thing I can’t get...
You are the deepest residue of the word sorrow...
You are the only wish ungranted...
The only joy unknown...
You are what awakens me...
And what puts me into deepest of slumbers...
You are what I need...
And yet your very name makes me feel empty inside....
You are the root of all desire...
And yet you are the fire of destruction...
You are so much...
Yet sometimes just empty and meaningless...
You are the smile I need...
You are the last tear drop I dry...
Sometimes I wish you were here...
But then just sometimes I hate you for being so far away...
Life plays games...
And you seem to be playing well...
Making me so sad...
And yet happy all over again....
You are the very essence of life...
My last breath...
You make me want to live on and wait...
And yet your absence makes me want to die...
Will u ever come back??
Will I ever see u smile...
Or just hold me in your arms...
Hug me just for a while???
Will you dry the unwatered tears...?
Will you see the oceans behind the emptiness...?
Or will u just pretend not to understand...
And fail to recognize...
Will you deny the love...?
Or will you hide it somewhere
Or will u just let it bloom
Like a flower that’s so rare...
Will it ever happen??
Or will it all end just the same way it does every morning...
Just another painful dream??
Will you change it for me....
Or will u just let it be...
Will u be the one I need...
Or will u rather decide to remain a treasured memory...??
A part of the scattered past...
A past that’s too silent to awake...
A past that’s too dead to understand....
Too painful to relive...
You are not all this...
Neither all that...
All I know is u were the only one I had...
And now your place is empty...
Just a vacuum no one can fill....
And yet that’s because it’s too hard to let you go...
Too hard to part with the last thing I have...
Too hard to leave back memories....
Memories that cry by...
Those flash a thousand times a second...
And sometimes just walk oh so slow....
Are u all this??
Are u all that??
Are you anything??
Or just another meaningless dream...?
A dream I live by...
A dream too hard
A dream too complicated...
A dream...
Just another salty dream...
Dream with tears...
Dream with emotions...
Dream with sorrow and pain and grief...
A dream too hard to live by...
A dream impossible to let die...
It must be a dream...
It is a dream...
The tears in my eyes are just a ritual...
This is nothing but a dream........
Oh just another salty dream...
About Me
- ♪ ♥..М∂∫ΏΰεяΛđĘ.... ♪♥
- Twisted. Strange. Loud. Psychotic. Hysterical.Extrovert.Enthralling. Assured. Secure. Diffident(not!). Defiant. Credulous(yes, i know, shocking, yeah?).Cognizant. Patient. Benignant. Verbose. Pendatic(pun-intended!). Crafty. Manipulative. To know more, Read my Blog or better still pretend to comprehend. That's easier.
2 comments:
'And love is not the easy thing, the only baggage that you can bring, is all that you can't leave behind' - U2 (all that you cant leave behind)
Lady, love hurts, especially when it is gone. But think of it this way; its not love if it was not meant to be. They say that true love is god it's so prefect that it is meant to be. So if you are heart broken it means that it was not the real thing and something better is in store for you. I know its easier said than done afterall everyone knows whats the right thing to do; its applying it to life which is the tough. The good part is that time will heal all. Hey, good times just fly, even the bad ones will leave you some day. Me dont know what you have been through but rest assured what ever it is it will soon pass. Really liked reading your blog. It could use some color though.
Cheers
Ashu
"So if you are heart broken it means that it was not the real thing and something better is in store for you." - how untrue and unjustly put...
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
- khalil gibran (the prophet)
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