Breeze trapped in her hair
Moon lit on her face
Each step she took
Pulled me with a hook

A girl with dreams
It was hard not to fly
She held me along
On a heavenly ride

We flew along
Shared a single soul
The music of the hearts
Made them one whole

Looking below
I saw a new world
She taught me to discern
The hell and the good

But all of a sudden
There was pain beyond measure
I searched for the cause
But felt a lost treasure

The hearts ripped off
Shedding blood and a stain
And all left behind
Was a piercing pain

As I watched her vanish ahead
My swollen eyes held a tear
And it rolled down as I realized
It would be there forever

Every single moment I didn’t hear his voice was wasted time. Every breath of his I missed was a wasted lifetime.

Love is defined beautiful, but it’s emotions were too complex and faded to tag them right or wrong. Sentiments were plenty, even those which did not have an explanation. And yet obsession plagued  my love.

There were scribbled signatures I didn’t throw off. Those were cherished memory to me, but may be crap to him. It bounced back the smile on my face from the lost moment. There were flowers, guarded by my book leaves. Dried though they were, it brought back the lingering fragrance of the one time gift of love. To others it might seem like crap, but those were the things nearest to my heart

but why was it that he never had even a paper flower that once knew my touch. Why was it that he never saw my eyes puffed red, though the tears held, as they were thrown crushed into a waste bin. A moment shared under a tree together was bliss to me, but happiness to him was when he ran around with his gang.

The urge of wanting to be the priority in his life, was un-detachable from love. Love provoked to seek attention. Jealousy was an emotion termed bad, but yet in love they arose in heart for those who got his time and those who felt his eyes.
Pain gave way…revealing that you don’t always need a knife to pierce the heart.

Silly it would be, to the watching “world” sentiments might look foolish. But though the “world” to me, was… only you and me.

For A Heartfelt Love

For a Heart that once knew Love..
For those Lost times that made you Laugh..
For a Silence that Spoke more..
For those Eyes that showed Affection..
For every Breath that kept you Alive..
For the Passion that Pulled you through..
For those Broken Dreams and Desperate Desires
For every Heart that beats in Grief..
For a Tear that makes you Miss..

There lies an Empty Heart,
Which Once owned.. A Priceless Love..

Happy New Year!

Ironically my first post of the year is not mine but still is mine.

It’s a poem she wrote about lost love.

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Rain is the best thing which helps us cherish every lovely moment of our lives…When it rains…The earth becomes a paradise… and watching it from my windowpane is a special feeling….The pure smell of dry earth giving forth its intoxicating aroma when moistened by rain is deeply enshrined in the heart. Yes, listening to the rain drops, fall on the tree leaves… it’s magnificent… a heavenly feeling fills every living soul. The feeling is as passionate as falling in love. When I miss my love with all my might… the rain brings me all lovely thoughts soothing my heart…

Rain….on my Windowpane

There I watch the rain…
        From my window pane

The pitter-patter of those drops…
        Dripping down the tree tops

How it clatters along the roofs…
Like the tramp of hoofs

The cool breeze blows along…
        Adding rhythm to the holy song

The rain….
Showering down my windowpane…

My heart turns gray…
As I long for yesterday

When I looked into your eyes…
        Revealing the refrained love…
       
Listening to the rain…. on my windowpane……….

I know that I need you…
        In the time that I stray

But Now I stand alone….
        And watch for the rainbow

Then those sweet words take hold
        Open your eyes to the love around you…

You may feel you’re alone
But I’m still here with you

You can do what you dream
Just remember… to listen to the rain…
………on my windowpane