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 :)


wish you were here
as i sit silent by this placid, man-made lake
but how can you ever know this irrational disturbing yearning,
ripples upon the water that never seem to fade
can't even figure out how to bridge
the overwhelming disparity between our realities
with possibilities as illusory as the stillness
that seem to settle upon these waters...

25th May 2010, 11:56 PM

The Fire Tree

from afar, it gloriously blooms
ever fiery, every passing day
vivid against the evergreens
both untamed beauty, and a bride's bouquet
even unnoticed, it will go on
putting forth it's brightest flowers
even if he never looks up
where he walks, there'll be orange showers...
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