What is love.....

wat is it about love that must hurt so much? Wi should we feel such emptiness when the one who we thot was our life leaves us? You open your heart and give everything that is your's to them. And then when they leave u have nothing left. Yu are left soulless and hurting.Yu trust them so much with your deepest darkest secrets.Secrets which yu have opened to no one. And they betray that trust and leave you alone standing there on the street, clueless.

But love is when you are pushed, and humiliated and abused and yet yu still have hope for that person to see for what they mean to yu. Yu do not feel anger or remorse.Yu stand silent to the betrayal, to their words and actions that WILL hurt for all they do to you is but a small insignificant to the thought of them leaving yu forever. So even after they are gone yu persist and hope if  not now in future that true love wins, and that yu will have their heart. If and by all means....

The confessions of a broken Heart....

This is the darker side of December,
a month has passed since dat fateful night,
i still see the diamonds in the sky,
which remind me of her eye's,the ones to which i lost my life.

In my corner, I shake within
and let the tears drip from my chin.
for She may have what she craves
and my sobs are left beneath the waves

She has moved far and distant,while i remain in the shadows,
in the darkness of her thought,the memories and the sorrows.
life' got no sense ,No reason to live.
Because of all these twining apprehensions.
these shiny blades and simple fingers,
negotiations of strange hemispheres,
into the mind they play strange games.



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When yu say Grow up...............

Throughout our life, we are forced to conform to societal standards, rules and etiquette. As we grow up, everything that is so great about being a child is forced out of us, so that we can be ‘grown up’ and ‘adult’ and progress in life. But why? What if that wasn’t the case? What if we were still allowed dream? What if our imaginations were used just as much as when we were little? Our imagination never dies. It is always capable of the same amount of imagination and convitcion. It is just gradually broken down in the world as we know it. Remember as a child when you truly believed you could catch the moon in your hands if you climbed the highest tree? Or you truly believed that that old tree you saw was a fairy fort?

We as adults forget the pure magic of our imagination. We are too ‘old’ and ‘mature’ to lower ourselves to such levels. But what if we were able to make adult decisions and choices, and work hard, yet act like a child when we needed to? Why is acting like a child a bad thing when children are wonderful: innocent, beautiful, everything that we adults usually are not.

What if we never lost that childish fascination and imagination and wonder and awe, what if we ran until we couldn’t catch our breath, hid behind trees to hide from the red indians which were looking for us, and climbed the tallest tree to survey our kingdom?

Why not?

Till Death Do us apart.....

Lost in my thoughts, hurting in pain,
not knowing the depths i have fallen,
i shall never wake again.
walk away from my life, standing there i heard,
all i wanted to say was that i had loved
and another never will again.
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In the hallowed halls i call out her name,
not a word in reply, its but a shame,
to hurt in a place in my hollow chest,
for the heart i lost, i will find not again.