Plasticity

In the corner of your heart

In a plastic bin,

Made up of plastic toxin

I too am a taint

Singing my last refrain:

Why don't you let me be, and I'll pretend I'm well.

Cause you're too blind to see, and I'm too tired to tell.

And in your apathy, your head begins to swell.

Another tragedy, but you're too cold to feel.

I have a plastic heart,

It doesn't need to heel

It doesn't need your light

So let me fake the feel

Let me fake the hurt and Let me fake the cry.

Let me fake the burning, So that you can survive.

In a plastic bin

Writing plastic lines

The Corner of your heart

Is where I’ll demise.

Summary of the thing 'we call Love.

They were not in love. It's just that the subject, as such, never really came up. It kind of loomed over them like a blissfully stupid cloud. The love cloud.

Guaranteed to rain on your brain, 'til you're moanin' with seratonin.

Maybe what was happening was that they were in love with the idea of being in love. But that's still love, right? Instead of loving each other, they loved an idea. An aspiration. A wish. The other person was more or less of an afterthought. Somewhat expendable, or at the very least, interchangeable.

I love that you make me feel like I'm in love. You, on the other hand, I can take or leave.

Of course, it was just a matter of time before the truth of each other, the hard fact of their unique selfness, their one-of-a-kind snow-flakiness, became unavoidable.

I may be a broken toy, but you are a Chinese chow maow with nothing but lead paint.

Saying goodbye in these circumstances is always very awkward.

"I just had your car towed."

"That's okay, those Flip videos I said I erased are now on the internet."

Love-2 :)

As time passes by,

And birds begin their flight

Colors are again bright

Because those 'Three' words you cannot buy.

Your eyes, My vision

Your heart, My beat

Your lips, My kiss

Your smile, My life.

The scent of your hair is mine to keep, Your hands only mine to hold.

The greatest Love story of our time is still yet to be told.

White Dress and Pink Scarf

Red eyes, Pale face, Breathing only smoke of death.

Enlightened and Surfaced

With pending rents and bills to pay.

I go out in the day dream, Where broken smile and  Silence screams.

In between,

She is heading out to nowhere, Trying to find where the tunnel ends.

Snowflakes on her hair, She belongs to an angel's lair.

White lips, Blue heart, Writing tunes that are way too dark.

Aflame but  Scarred.

On the verge, I've never been this far.

I go out in the day dream, Where broken smile and Silence screams, 

And then I close my eyes, Hoping for a better life.

Coz, 

In a white dress with a pink scarf, She took care of all my scars.

The only one who took me near, Losing her was my greatest fear.

But now she is taking off to her Motherland, Leaving me alone in the Wet Sand.

She is heading out to nowhere, Trying to find where the tunnel ends.

Snowflakes on her hair, She belongs to an angel's lair.

In White dress and Pink scarf, I saw her first so I will see her last.

When She said,

We both are a Miracle,

Our lives on the line, But We will love.

We were lost souls, 

I found you in a desert storm.

And We'll never complain,

Never-Ever gonna break this cage.

But she is breaking the cage. Oh God don't make her break the cage.

And Don't make her go away. Please Let her stay.

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RUNE #1

Shall I write about these alluring eyes,

Or shall allude them to pearls?

Heaven warranted 'them' prize
To mirror his-self on earth.

When sun sets, indicating night,

And wind blows to south:

The aiding glow,which you hide,

Comes out thy cloud.

With streaming river if I compare,

A day of spring would whine:

The depth of the ocean' when you look, I can 'sea' in your stare,

Let milk be white and sun be red, but thy crust outshines.

 Earth is no sphere, and moon without light,

But your flaws I won't write.

'Them' make you another mortal soul destined to die.

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The Unspoken feeling....Friendship!!

 

In a lonely part of a crowded town

Where broken hopes and Dreams are found.

He sat 'ALONE' in flickering light

Ohh so lightly, whispering his lines.

"I will sit here, Let the world end".
As I am talking to my only friend".

He talked about, All the chances that he had,

And how he lost, Since his luck was bad.

All of his other friends,

And how he ended up losing each of them.

All the loneliness in his life,

And the opportunities, He did not strike. 

Despite his life being city of TROY,

Talking to his friend, Every word of his was an imminent joy.

With patience that would rival Saints,

His friend sat through all complaints.

He nodded, Shrugged and even agreed,

To all the 'old man's' miseries.

He gave him comfort and sensed his grieves,

He held 'his' hand and took all his worries.

With a tear in his eye, the Old man said,

"Whenever I think of you in my mind,

I realize how lucky I am, To have you in my life".
"You are my only friend,

Please don't leave me or I will be dead".

"I am your SHADOW" his friend replied
"If you are dead, I also die".

The funny thing, which later came to light.

Was that the Old man had no friends, his entire life.

Was he indeed talking to his OUTLINE?

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Love :) :(

As I lay down in bed half awake,

With Unmarked thoughts crossing my head,

Through the veins,

Into my mind,

Dead in this world full of life.

You were love

Love was life,

So gone are the days, when I was alive.

With hole in my heart and oceans in my eyes,

I mirror the feelings,

I mirror the cries,

I mirror the words that meant ‘NO GOODBYE’.

Love is rain, It is an emotion,

Love is pain, A word with many notions.

But no one knows what it really means,

A four letter word with endless grieves.

Once I loved you with all my might.

The one I thought of every night.

The one that helped me make things right.

The one I dreamt of when I slept at night.

All I wanted was you in my life,

All you gave were blatant lies.

Ashamed of people,

Ashamed of me,

Ashamed of disarray that beckons me,

Ashamed of the things I left in wake, as I lay right now in the bed half awake.

All I want is to start a new life, All I want is to close my eyes,

but then…

 THERE YOU ARE….again.



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