AMORPHOUSNESS OF MORASS

Love is not lost unless someone less finds it;
You might just get it back, your memories remind it.

The happiness of finding love is nothing
In comparison to the pain of losing.

The hope that it becomes all that I wanted it to be
Is shattered when you know
He is with someone else
And all the moments you shared
Are being rewritten with someone else
Playing the part you were so accustomed of playing.

You feel and unusual joy and a stinging pain
At the same time.
Its hard to find the right words
Because every cluster of worlds is just not enough
To explain how much it kills me
In some untouched corner of my heart.

A place where no one will ever reach
No matter how clearly I guided them to it,
Because again in some remote area of my heart
Lay the unsaid confession
That I wanted that place to remain untouched.

I never knew that at times of need,
Words always run out of stock.

What goes around comes around.
I started with a hope- a hope
To make it work,
To love and be loved.
And at the ultimate end
When I count my chances,
I realise I am left with hope again
- A hope to love again,
To see him move on happily.
A hope to stay alive.

Seasons And Reasons

Distances are galore,
Reasons to let go are even more;
though strong bonds need no show
of compassion, love and afterglow,
A hug, a kiss, a mocking salute,
A gesture giving tribute
to friendship in forms infinite
Our days and nights they ignite
are always welcome, are always cherished.
Relationships are meant to be enriched.

End to the Start

Hi!
Once a conversation starter,
A door to a place where all our
emotions lay hidden;
An invitation to visiting
someone I never knew;
An excitement of what
tomorrows will bring;
A hope that this new flight
would be as exhilarating
as my dreams;
Keeping faith, knowing
that it only gets better from here.
And now,
HI is all that is left to say!

LOST

The lips curved a little today

Is it a start to a smile?

Finally;

Marveling at its beauty, wondering

Why it ever left me.

Demeaning its presence

Was this stupid little girl,

Naïve;

Who gave up on its magic

As her innocence was lost.

Smoke

As I lit the stick
And hid behind its smoke,
I looked at that steady little fire
That could set my future ablaze!