Aug 7-Aug 11,2010

Stars blinked,
sea-waves rose.
Strolling on the sea-shore,
holding hands under the sky.

Waves touched our feet,
our sight at horizon.
We two were mute,
fearing for some unknown reason.

Moon was crescent,
sky was dark.
Breeze was chill,
waves sounded sharp.

Our grasp got tighter,
looking at the sky we sighed.
Dark clouds came over,
hiding the moon behind.

Thoughts filled our mind,
as we looked back.
Some waves of cherished memories,
some chills of unforgivable times.

I knew the glass is broken,
i knew it can not be fixed.
I still tried to collect the pieces,
seeing my bruised hands i was perplexed.

As if its happening for real,
i just saw my hands.
Went again for the grasp,
but there was none.

Turned my head here and there,
ran all around the shore.
But all i can find,
were some footprints scattered.

Cried all night there,
lying on the sand.
Moon was no where,
even the breeze stood silent.

Don't know when i slept,
don't know when i woke up.
Hoping it was a bad dream,
i ventured for search once more.

Tired,i sat near a footprint,
staring at the design.
Wondering if the person is near,
again moved my head side to side.

It started raining,
i covered one of the print.
Hoping for some miracle,
i stayed there at the scene.

Rain stopped,
sand was wet.
I couldnt tell myself,
whether it was tears or rain drops.

People came to pick me up,
but i stayed with the print.
Don't know how many days i was there,
hoping to see someone from somewhere.

Sometimes things just fall apart,
harder you try, more you get hurt.
Don't know where all those prints are wandering today,
but that night's sand print is still in my drawer.

Love Theory

Love is nothing but just a bunch of compromises people do with their partners so as not to live this life alone. True love either dies or transforms into some kind of compromises.
There is always some or the other incentive for us to love someone. We love our parents because they always remain as the open door to us. We can do any damn thing and still go back to our parents and they always accept us. If brothers and sisters are good to us, we love them and vice versa. We love God so that in turn He might bring us good luck and prosperity.
Any other partner that we find during our lives, its either to share our sorrows and joys or because he/she accepts us irrespective of who we are. But every person have some or the other baggage, which we hide from everyone so as to give incentives to others to love us. As soon as we find that baggage of our partner is more than ours, we try to change him/her. We try harder. And if nothing works, we quit. So basically every person is afraid to carry there own baggage and we keep searching someone to share its weight.

When you walked away...

Warmth of the sun turned into heat,
winters' chilling breeze became hard to beat.
Seemed like autumn is here to stay,
when you walked away.