Do I still redound you any more?

World has changed, I see it in water and feel in the air, history will become the legend and legend will become a myth. All the nights would be the nights to remember. You will reside alone on the top of the misty mountains and would hide in the forest of the earth.

For all these long years I had been a friend, you did not trust. I regret that you are away, I may not even see you through out my entire life, I guess, but I do not want to forget your face. I would have asked you for help but you seem to be an immortal knife.

The nature of time has even turned out. The cry of love echoes on the wings of our faith. But the Redeemer is unseen, he may had never existed. The vibration of past, will scar your heart forever.

Is your reflection dead or still alive? However, I will rise to challenge the faith and leave myself prepared for the burning shadow to consume me, as I know, you will never come to my rescue. You must be happy. But, I had thought to myself that you will lead me to our destiny.

The love shall return

They will Return

The skies will bleed, the earth will thirst, the powers will shiver. As for me, I will be healed by the sting of betrayal. Omen is good, they will return. The water will flow, as far as you could see. Detachment shall suffer, the decisions shall rot. The time would return and it shall return for me, to travel back to pay for those days when everything subsisted.

The tears shall be payed, the days shall be graced, as I would love her till the last night of the subsequent life that I will make. Omen is good, they will return. I will amend myself to be good for her. I will make her love me yet again, like the breath is loved by your soul again and again.

Make me a lover, make me a learner, as my life is too short to die young again. Omen is good, they will return.

Sayonee - Junoon

Forgive me for my mistakes, come back to me 'cause you are not as foolish as me.

Midnight wish

Let me feel the cosmos around you, let my love not again hide in the scary harmless night. Of most the noble reason; let me command my soul in your hands.

Love is a fire...

Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?

Damien Rice - 9 crimes

...the curse of love

Ophelia

to love or not to love...is not the question...never was.

Sanctity of love

Tonight I see your shadow not in the moon but in the empty sky, as someone said ..." it is the moon which has room for stains and not the stars..." perhaps that is why you linger beside my stained heart.