A space for a self-professed narcissist. A world where nothing and no one can demarcate fiction from reality.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Scribbles...
You will always live
Like a broken smile
Or an autumn chill
A little space in my memory
You will always occupy
Like a shattered dream
Or the winter nip
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And one day without a word
Without a smile or an excuse
I'll vanish into the depths
Leaving you in agony of loneliness
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Best Compliment Ever
Sunday, April 11, 2010
To the little scared girl
Today, I had a glimpse of my past
And who I used to be
I wish I could reach out to that little scared girl
Assure her everything will be fine eventually
But I will warn - Future is not all that it is made to be
There are hardships, tears and situations you never bargained for
People will die, leaving a void for you to fill
For ever torn between a feeling of relief and mourning you will remain
The way the world sees you will alter
You will hate the pity in their eyes
But at the same time for their empathy you will vie
With tears in your eyes, smile on your lips you will survive
After the initial rush of emotions
The positives I will list
There will be a sense of victory in everything you do
No failure will daunt you, even though people might taunt
You will shine wherever you go
Your presence will be treasured and absence felt
Friends, as good as can be, you will make
Someone will always be there to wipe your tears away
Your values will be different from others around
A hug, smile, long chats with friends will mean more
Than the wealth of the world, and the fanciest of cars
You will see beyond the physical and judge good from bad
Now that you are smiling through your tears once again
I’ll burst the bubble and tell you one thing
Rarely will people look beyond your appearance
Their senses are not attuned to see your past or the promise of your future
After more than a decade of struggle
You will want to come and hug your scared little self.
You will want to reach out to that sobbing girl
Assure her everything will be fine eventually.
Image courtsey: http://onederfulbound.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-other-people-think-of-me-is-none.html
Edit tips from Charlie of the Scribble Pad fame helped make this one better. Thanks Charlie.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Words
The look matters not to me
But you telling me about your day…
For me that’s where the attraction lay
It’s with words that I play.
The touch I cared not much for
But your cry from far away…
For me that’s where the attraction lay
It’s with words that I play
The fragrant flowers said nothing to me
But what you ask for me while you pray…
For me that’s where the attraction lay
It’s with words that I play.
The taste of your chocolates failed to last
But the effect of your poem will forever stay…
For me that’s where the attraction lay
It’s with words that I play.
The sound of your breath made no impact
But your whisper in the month of May…
For me that’s where the attraction lay
It’s with words that I play.
Image courtsey: http://www.reconnections.net/communication.htm