The Happiness of Having Less

I had little than you,
I have nothing but few.
Yet, you seem worried,
But have nothing to carry it.

You could not enjoy,
As you've always desired for more.
I am sorry to say,
But my life was better than yours.

Now, don't worry,
As your life ends today.
Tomorrow, you can start again,
With a new name.

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Love is always Inspire of...






Hate that is Instead of...

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Collided

We stared at eachother,
Standing poles apart.
We looked at ourselves,
As distant hearts.

In the dept of fear,
Is where love shines.
And we were fools,
To forget that line.

At one end it is you,
And at the other I!
We both loved eachother,
But we're too scared to imply.

Our eyes met eachother,
And we took time to reconsider.
Knowingly unknown hearts collided,
In that moment, we weren't divided.

It was a long lost story,
That people forget to share.
Now all we need to do is,
Collide again...

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The Angelic Devil

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Masks

I am girl with personalities unknown,
Backed up with humour and tragedy of the world.

Sometimes I am the cry baby,
Only cause I want you to love me.

Or I am the devil,
As we all are somewhat evil.

I talk to entertain,
But didn't know that it had to sustain.

Now that I am lost,
Will you help me without any cause?

Behind those screens I play major roles,
A child to a mother or a stranger to the speaker.

Now, it is difficult to explain,
Who I am anymore...

As my childhood went in vain,
And teens just carried so much pain.

Adult I still am not,
But I know the old age games a lot...

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Connection With Devil

We've been connected,
With the world that runs wild.
We are so long-distanced,
Yet, we only cry for we didn't try.

In the process of connecting
With others; I think I've lost myself.
In order to prove to you,
I forgot, who I was to me!

This thing from which
I see you; why I don't see love in you?
If it can't connect our feelings,
I am sorry then, as I don't think I know you!

For all I cared,
Was to make you all smile...
Today I realised, that they have decided,
That I am the devil, who doesn't feel.

I left the world,
For, now I need to know me!
When I walked through old paths...
I found nothing but jealousy.

Bitter-hard truth,
My inner self was happy...
Which I never understood,
How to pursue?

I stayed with her,
Longer than I had assumed.
Now that I know myself,
I embraced the world, which feared my new look...

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Eyes of the Soul

If it's the eyes that will reveal,
Then I will forbade myself from its need.

If it's being is what will define,
Then I will feed myself to the mysteries that others defy...

I do not trust what I feel,
As I can't see if it's real.

My identity is unknown,
And a stranger you are to me...

Dear one, beware of what you reveal,
As I have the eyes that will sense your fear.

You look like a demon,
Are what people say to me...

Hearing this I pity myself,
For I can't see what I carry with me.

You today told me,
It's a boon that you don't see...

As now, no one can ever judge,
Of what you truly feel.

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The Bleeding Sky

Hey look, even the sky,
Is now powering blood.
All these years, it only wept,
To hearts content...
And we foolishly took it,
As a blessing to the fields.

You may ask, what sorrow,
Does the stagnant sky carry?
O dear one, it has the sun,
The moon, the stars and the clouds.
But the pity is none lasts,
Longer than the merries it wishes to have...

What use of the enormity,
If there is none who stays with you?
It loaths us humans.
As we merrily enjoy with eachother...

Thus, all these years it only weeped,
Hoping for us to understand.
The agony it carries,
And the pain it wishes to unleash...
O lord, now it's too late,
To bury the pain or to understand it's sufferings.

All we can do and all it asks,
To accompany it in this blood rain...
Get used to it o dear one,
As from now the sky will only bleed.

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A Place That I Visit Often...

The place that I visit alot, is imagination,
Yes imagination, and that to without any hesitation.

I am the mistress, I am the slave,
All I asked was love, that no one gave...

So here I came, where I rule,
The unwanted names...

And here I stand wishing to be known,
In the forgotten game...

If I were to come back, I know I wouldn't be accepted,
Thus I choose to stay alone with no fame...

The most visited place is my imagination,
Where I slowly go mad, as if anyone cares...

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Pain for Success

Why is it,
That I'll carry pain.
Now, that I have success,
Why to remember those days?

It's important to know,
Said the mother to her child...
As pain is what teaches you,
Different ways to grow.

Like with falling,
You cannot learn to stand.
The same way without suffering,
You'll never lend a helping hand...

If you want to succeed,
Remember the path is filled with greed.
Learn to suffer not adjust,
As that pain will allow you to lead...

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