These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


I will forget.
Of course I will.
But not now, At this instant I cannot.
I will forget
Later on, maybe
But at least
Not now, not yet.

I will forget.
Of course I will
You and all your memories.
I will move on
Like everything’s gone;
Like everything
Is that easy to get over with.

I will forget.
Of course I will.
Coz it is easy to just let go
Of thoughts of you
Right at this moment
Just to remember it the next
Without even trying to.

I have forgotten.
I swear ,I have.
I’ve scourged my mind clean of Y-O-U.
But what of my heart –
That’s another story…
Can’t you feel what its saying?
I do.

- 22nd September 2004


inspired by Switchfoot's "YOU"
wouldn't it be nice to be more than a name for someone?...


perhaps it is
but an exercise in futility
this reaching out beyond your thousand silence.
willing my faith to stretch through
a distance beyond mere thousand miles.
but i want to believe not in futility
but in me
and in you.

i want to be real.
had always been and will always strive to be true.
gain solidity, if not permanence
gain respect, gain trust.
If friendship is really but an empty word,
and love matters not .

i believe.
and if that makes me a fool, so let it be.
but it will not and ever stop me from believing
that one day soon i’ll finally get through
and be heard, be felt
be finally seen by you.

-15th September 2004


I’ll write you one and try hard to be
Just a person intent on writing poetry.
I will keep it simple but not quite so plain
At best I could perhaps not taint it with my pain.

I would not let you see the hurt that you’ve caused.
The trust, that with your lies, I’ve given up as lost.
I’ll pretend to still be blind, and stubbornly refuse to see
The wreck you’ve made of a friendship;
A so embittered and unbelieving me.

I’ll keep back from asking my one and only ‘why’
That is, ‘Why ever did you feel that
from me you’d have to lie?’
Yes, I’ll write you one
Though I’m not even sure what’s a damn epistle!
And as for keeping my pain,
Alas! I can’t … FAREWELL!

7th September 2004 (for VME)

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