No Strings Attached

I seem to be pulling at some strings,
Those which are tightening around my things,
Some pulling at my wrist and others at feet,
And yet some around my neck feeling bittersweet.

Once I used to embrace those strings
Yet now I just want to be free,
No more commitment, no more flings,
No strings attached pulling at my body and me.

He thinks I sleep, he thinks I wait,
I do, I do, but not that special way;
Doing things with a special someone to sate
My inner fire and steam, finally I say -

No more commitment, no more flings,
No more endless messages and phone calls I swear,
Quiet moments under the stars in a lonely park,
Him kissing my hand, nothing more I would ask -

- but this. No strings attached.

The ending

She wiped her eyes and looked down
As silent and scared as they chose,
She loved too much to the point of null
And he cared too much to the point of lull  -

No one asked and no one cared
How their little love story had fared,
Did she find another or did he?
Because they were not meant to be.

The Waiting Ends Here

The waiting ends here.
I let it go. Won't you too?
Wait, you already did?
Great, good, I'm happy for you.

I wish we never kissed,
(even though it seared my soul)
I wish we never held hands,
(though it sent shivers down my spine).

The waiting ends here.
There is nothing more to be said.
Or if there is, I don't know.
You don't seem to want to anymore.

Red

An inevitable silence crept in. The silver had no way but through and all it saw later was, red.

In A Loud Silence

What is left to say?
It's always a few words
Or some sharp phrase -
As though everything changed.
The silence feels bitter
As though one's gain is other's loss,
Is it sharp one? I wonder why
And I know naught.

One accused me of assuming,
Making an "ass of u and me".
One accused me of not being there.
It feels as though one accussed me for being free.
One used to understand the other,
But I don't feel it anymore.
Is there some invisible competition?
One which the other knows naught of?

What is left to say?
10 months seem to be wasting away.
If the silence is uncomfortable then one can not be
The one with whom the other was meant to be.

Blood Runs Cold In My Veins

How long will I hide?
How far will running take me?
Seems I am never free from lies,
Lies that make and undo me.
Lies of love, trust and more,
Why tell me all this now?
More tears fall, more emotions lost.
This can not be what you want.
Me forcing myself to say,
Everything is alright and it's ok.

Royal Blood

In midst of battle when the war-horns blow,
I still believe my prince will come home,
In loud thunder, a roaring applause,
A victory and a new king for all ;

My prince is charming, dark and tall,
He is the one that I wait for,
Behind the walls of his palace keep,
As a woman in love with nothing her own ;

I bring no jewels, no money, no lands,
Just the clothes on my back and a burnt hand,
But my prince he will return to me
He promised, together we shall be -

Once the dawn of victory comes,
And this land is once again home.

Seeing Is Believing

I wonder of my worth,
How you see me with your eyes -
The weird, crazy girl
Or the silent with grumpy eyes?
People all around
Yet I feel lost,
Somewhere I belong yet
Somehow I am lost.
Is it because he isn't here?
Is it because there is more?
Or is it because there is goodbye
Coming soon to tear at hearts and souls?

How do YOU see me stranger?
As the timid one in the group?
The one who keeps silent
Until provoked to?
The one who keeps trying
To fit in with the crowd she likes?
Maybe I should just keep silent
And disappear from their lives.

How do you see me professor?
The one with all the answers?
The one with all the doubts?
The one dead outside the course?
How did you see me mother?
The one who never worked?
The one who never cared
And the one who never loved?

How did you see me world?
Someone who can't understand
The vagaries of the heart or mind?
The one who broke hearts knowing
And unknowingly in her stand?
The one who reads and reads,
The one who dreams a lot in ink,
The one who can't think

Outside the box she is in.
How did I see myself?
I once saw a princess.
How do I see myself?
I see thorns and not a rose instead.

Seasons Greetings

It is easier to love than to hate,
It is easier to believe than to suspect,
It is easier to surrender than to fight,
But what seems harder is not always right -

It is easier to misunderstand than listen,
It is easier to shut out than to let in,
It is easier to not act than to learn new,
But mind, the reverse is also true -
Atleast for some of you.

.Belated Happy New Year.