A Note...

It seems like this blog is becoming poetic. :) So as the blog author I thought I should say something about it.
Lately I have found out that a verse could be a powerful way to express ideas, communicate and extend our creativity. It has given me the chance to write about something in a deeper way, which could bind the hearts of the readers. I thought publishing my verses in the blogger is a fine way to get to know what the others have to say about my verses and to learn and enhance my knowledge about writing.
Hope you all enjoy the posts. :)

Thanx.... :D

Cross the Line....

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something she should not do
Answer her.. she wants to know.

It's so hard
Not to cross the line
when she sees the
beauty beyond.

It's so hard
Not to give in to her feelings
when she knows the
length it could take her.

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something which will make tears in eyes
Answer her.. she wants to know.

It's not easy
to hold back her tears
when she knows
why they are there.

It's not easy
to move on with life
when she knows
what she lost for ever.

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something to see his smiling eyes
Answer her.. she wants to know.

It's so easy
to give into his smile
when she could imagine the
extreme beauty it could take her.

It's so hard
to see the disappointment
when she knows the
hope is everything.

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something irresistible , would you reject her?
Answer her.. she wants to know.

Does she cross the line?
Answer her.. she wants to know.

So Much Less was Said...

Words come to my heart
tears fill my eyes
memories come to my mind
Will there be another chance?
I ask my self.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

I should have said
everything you wanted to know
everything I wanted to say
we could have been different
we would have light up our lives.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

Blue, violet, indigo
now the rainbow has faded to white light
there's no colour you can see in me
as the rain is over
a teardrop could change.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

Time passes day by day
I see you near but you are away
There won't be an answer
to the silent question within me
so the pendulum has stopped for me.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

What becomes...

What becomes of the night
if there's no stars to blink?

What becomes of the sea
if there's no water to wave?

What becomes of a tree
if there's no branches to grow?

What becomes of a bird
if there's no wings to fly?

What becomes of a flower
if there's no petals to smile?

What becomes of a book
if there's no pages to read?

What becomes of a pen
if there's no ink to write?

What becomes of a ship
if there's no sailor to ride?

What becomes of a mother
if there's no child to hold?

And what becomes of me
if there's no love to live?

It's haunting...

It's haunting
every night and day.
It's following
every where I go.

And I rush in to the darkness
There's no light at all.
And I learn to love the darkness
'Coz I can see no one at all.

There won't be any judgment
when darkness is everywhere.
So I learn to love the darkness
'Coz there won't be any difference at all.

And it's haunting
Every moment I'm awake.
And it's watching
what ever I do.

Cruel truth of past
guilt is all over my veins.
There's no going back at all
as it appears before me like a ghost.

There's no end to this circle
it's going on and on
Drawing away my every breath
until the last moment and on.

And it's haunting
Even inside me.
And it's forcing
to me to be spoken.

And it's haunting
every night and day.
And it's following
every where I go.