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Showing posts with label Rinku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rinku. Show all posts
Sunday, 19 April 2009
There might be million fishes in the sea but its always empty without me
Sorry to miss your presence Rinkx...but your eyes remind me of sky's endless calmness...someone leaves u is the deception in the mind, overcome it as I see freedom whenever u spread your arms, give me your volcanoes I will turn them into wishes for u ?
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Six degrees of separation
Six degrees of separation refers to the idea that, if a person is one step away from each person he or she knows and two steps away from each person who is known by one of the people he or she knows, then everyone is an average of six "steps" away from each person on Earth.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Wicked.....games you played with my heart
What a bad game you played, what a bad thing you do, to make me think of you, after the hearts on fire.
Thursday, 29 May 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, 25 May 2008
Saturday, 24 May 2008
Midnight wish
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?
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?
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.
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