Whispers From My Heart
I see a faint face in the past.
Its eyes remain silent now…
It used to smile at me,
Once upon a time…
I’d seen an entire world,
In those eyes….
Times changed,
Seasons changed.
And those eyes changed too…
Now I searched in them,
Someone who used to love me back too….
[Image source - http://bit.ly/oporJd ]
Regular blows of fate,
Remind me of my living..
Something is,
Always missing...
My chains of miseries,
Keep dragging me..
I want to feel complete,
At ease...
I want to feel,
how life actually feels...
I have a feeling,
This incompleteness will stay....
With it,
I'll walk towards my grave...
I don't mind,
Walking towards my grave....
I just want to do it,
With a smile on my face.....
Thank you God,
For making me special,
Those stares don't matter now.
Although every now and then,
This heart cries,
When the world does not accept me,
For who am I.
Thank you God,
For making me special,
People's love doesn't change.
With my facial complexion.
It's my own little world,
With nothing fake around me.
Loneliness gives me company,
And sometimes misery.
But it does not matter,
My tears dry up,
And my sobs open doors,
To a strong silence.
But I still believe,
That an eye waits for me.
Which will overlook the stone,
For the diamond in me.
And if I still remain ignored,
I will finally find peace.
From my grave,
My Angel will embrace me.
There is a feeling of incompleteness,
Shadowed by the clouds of loneliness,
My soul looks for a shelter,
For its utter fulfillment.
Somewhere down the line,
I'll be set free,
The body will rot,
And the soul will flee.
But that will happen ultimately,
As of now,
I look for you,
My beautiful destiny….
My temporary refuge,
You will be.
Days of joy,
You will give me.
I have no idea,
If we'll meet,
As the journey ends ultimately,
But the journey matters to me,
That beautiful journey….
So I'm here,
Waiting for you,
To go on a journey with you,
My temporary refuge,
My beautiful destiny…
With sweet sweet memories,
In your mind.
You had great hopes,
About the world outside.
Teenage, adolescence,
Flew past you.
Left dead leaves of memories,
Behind you.
"Life hasn't started yet"
The world told you.
Mocking the conscious,
Inside you.
So you moved on,
Into that dog's world.
As it waited to,
Engulf you.
There was a made race of money,
With emotions kept on sale.
The world had changed,
But you were still the same.
So you wondered,
Sitting on that table,
Thinking about the good old days.
"Life hasn't started yet"
You heard a voice say.
Now you look at the mirror,
Staring at a weary face.
"Life hasn't started yet"
A voice still said.
Maybe life never started,
As you were running a losing race.
