The setting of a star....

Girl your  Life is supposed to begin there, not end.
And yet, the life  ended for you. Or rather, you ended it up! As everyone scream your name and fabricate stories about you, I can’t begin to describe what I really feel... There’s nothing more about this!
blank, painful , empty.....

Why did you choose this when there is a lot more for you to think ,do and explore..Were you that  scared? As you stood there on the 22nd floor, ready to jump while the whole world enjoyed the sleep, no one else was awake, knowing what lies at the bottom of the chosen path, as you felt that cold breeze through your long hair the last time, as you looked around the world and saw everyone else living their  lives… were you scared? But If you were, why didn’t you change your mind, how could you do that?
No.... You’re a brave girl; a very brave girl..... courageous enough to jump from the 22nd floor... But where is your courage now? What did u prove? What  did it end and what did it begin???
Nothing at all. It’s all over. ..I wonder what you were thinking the millisecond before you touched that  ground. Did you feel regret? You should have felt... Because the people who love you are still asking the question to themselves.It wasn't worth it. I wish I could tell you this before you took that leap and ended everything that began....

lost in a a crowd...

I am still here,
Not yet totally gone,
Things are unclear,
But I still  remain..

Sometimes I feel like I'm all alone,
Just empty and sick,
Forever on my own dreams shattered ,
Waiting, all unfulfilled....

Broken into many pieces,

 Alone i remain here

While others are still here,

but none to converse .....

Perhaps, if I wait a bit more, 
This strange times will pass,
Things will be reversed  then,
And again I will  be myself ,
With the world I will interact,
The way it used to be.

Wedding Anniversary .............

Golden  light beams pokes through the dusty windows and shines on the marble floor..all twisted and tangled....I drift up to its wide spread and raised my hands to trace each line. Blue walls like a wave of cold water, polished concrete floor, and tall windows everything reminded me of the past days with him..

the framed wedding picture hanging on the wall ....those best days...the day i felt like the luckiest girl in the world...the day he tied the knot.... beautiful were those days.... thoughts drifted down the memory lane ..i searched crazily trying to discover the things were missing, and turn my room upside down searching for them. ... 

my heart was pounding as i picked up the small pink envelope  i dint notice earlier..... It had been lying beside the table all this time. With trembling hands,and mind  i opened  the card.
  
"To my sunshine," it said. "I love you .....more than my life. Try to be happy when you think of me. my Love......"
The memories slid  in front of me, I felt myself caught in a hot dark room I could not escape from....determined not to cry, but the sting was already gathering in my eyes........

my eyes were hot and watery, the drops ran down to stain the cotton pillowcase when I turn over.....Overhead, the fan thumps softly, stirring the air against the ceiling....i was not certain about what made me cry ...but my hands were searching for someone who is far away....

My nose kept on dripping. I wiped it with my night gown sleeve.....

Angel wings

angel  wings... The li'l girl’s  dream was to fly....
She collected a new white feather each day.
To make white wings to her dreamworld....
She was  growing up...with the wings..with the dream..
.
Then one day, she colored them bright red...
 It was surely just a craze....
She wanted her wings to stand out from others....
After all, they were still wings, her own wings..
Huge bright  wings, big enough  to cover her completely....
.
But one day they cruelly pulled them off.....
One by one, the colored  feathers were thrown away...
They considered it uncultural...
Not suiting The standards of society and living....
And even perhaps too pretty....

A trip holding my love into the mist....

as the tears crept slowly down my cheeks;

the great feeling of Love in a Mist,

and the collage of memories,

Blurring at the edges, like a watercolor painting...

Together we leave the whole world behind,

to capture those sweet sunny hours.... 

before the seeing off....

a great ride to the mist....

dedication.......

tensions mounting behind secrets untold
a friendship stretched and ripping at the shore.
the affection we hold for each other no one will understand
and neither will they understand that we hold each others mind.
you've always been there for me and me too...
and now that we face losing each other and I'm at a plan of what to do and what not to.
and the way you treat me is causing my strength to slip
I hope this uncertainty  will be  over soon.
it hurts too much, its a dying bloom.
and this I know, your biggest fear..
i will remain here unchanged for you...
for are we not the cherished and closest of friends?