It's an eternal scar..

I wake up in the beautiful morning
And see my swollen eyes by mourning
So the pain rush through my body by burning
And I start the day with a yearning

It's an eternal scar..
Carved from the warm tears of my eyes
It's an eternal scar..
Carved deep in to the roots of my heart
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the nightmares of life
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the beauty I dreamt

I'm tantalized when I'm in reality
So I fantasize things beyond reality
It keeps me away from sanity
And gives me a hope for the vitality

When I think I should get out of this haze
It appears with more power like a blaze
And throws my self in to a maze
And keep me in the state of daze

Go to the top and be the best
Put a smile on my face and do the rest
This is the wish I carry to the chest
In the end I Hope I could meet in the west.

It's an eternal scar..
Carved from the warm tears of my eyes
It's an eternal scar..
Carved deep in to the roots of my heart
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the nightmares of life
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the beauty I dreamt

It's an eternal scar..
Carved from the warm tears of my eyes
It's an eternal scar..
Carved deep in to the roots of my heart

It's an eternal scar..

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?