Impressions & Imprints

The lessons i learn........


Left with nothing but battle scars?
shanthala


I look at my sad silly little broken heart
Trodden and stepped upon by those I loved
Those I considered my life's important part
Now I am left with nothing but battle scars

But then I look longer and see what I missed
Was it there before or is it something new ?
The spark of life so beautiful, which the time kissed
The wonderful thing I never noticed when it grew

My breath hitch in my chest, filled with shock and joy
I ask myself oh how and when did this happen
Was it by itself or was this fate's beautiful ploy
This miracle of a heart that's so strong and yet tender

Filled with all the gory knowledge of pain and misery
Yet powerful in it's state of infantile innocence
Familiar with all the ways of malice and treachery
With it's primal urge to protect itself and yet love

With all the glorious strength to wield over the world
Potent enough to be worn naked over the arms
And finally that little wonderful joyous heart unfurled
Yes I am left with all those beautiful battle scars


When the time played
shanthala

I looked into your eyes
Just as you looked into mine
And that instant we knew
Everything was going to be fine

The thunder roared around us
But our hearts were calm
Destiny was tearing us to pieces
But we were each other's balm

I had you and you had me
What was absent didn't matter
We pieced each other back together
We were now not easy to shatter

Oh it's just a matter of time
That's what the world said
But we had our eyes set on eternity
As we went where our heart led

It did not matter what we had lost
As long as we had each other
What kept us together was a little something
Something that the fate failed to smother

Who knew that there would be a bond so strong
When the times were prone to be so hard
Who knew we would grow closer than ever
When the time played it's most cruel card


Missing you
shanthala

Everything  is absolutely fine,
but nothing feels good
As you are not here to hold me,
like you usually would

The night feels colder than usual
Even under the warm blanket
I feel like a famished begger
Lying in wait of a banquet

I miss the warmth of your soul
I miss your arms around me
I wish I was with you right now
Nowhere else I would rather be


All over again
shanthala
Again I trust someone
Again I play with flames
My heart has died a hundred deaths
But I will do it all over again

Again I throw them out of my life
Again I get over the memories
I know I will be judged for moving on
But I will do it all over again

Again I chase a new dream
Again I build myself back
The uncertinity has broken me down to pices
But I will do it all over again

Again I look like a mystery to all
Again I dont answer the questions

I am presumed to be something I am not
But I will do it all over again

Again I get a bad deal
Again I fail to realize why
It feels like a spell of bad fortune is running

But I will do it all over again

Again I choose to live life my way
Again I make new mistakes
But I know I will die with no regrets
So I will do it all over again

When I write
shanthala

I scream without making a noise
I fight with out breaking a bone
I kill those demons within me
I fight and burn them to dust

I cut and not bleed a single scarlet drop
I heal and leave behind no scars
I put together the shattered pieces
I scatter in the wind the burnt ashes

I rule the whole world at my whim
I am the slave of my own mind
I am a nothing among the millions
I am the only one who know my own mind

I open the cage within my heart
I spread my wings all ready & set
I soar higher & higher with each word
I let go of all the old inhibitions

I set the roaring ocean ablaze
I drain the colours of the rainbow
I shower all over the draught
I suck away the umimaginable pain

I fly I fall, I laugh I cry
I win I fail, I break I make
I am the author of the destiny
Of all those words, when I write.

Rise from the ashes
shanthala



I rise from the ashes and spread my wings to fly,
And reach for those dreams, that shall never die.

Chasing my destiny, with all my will and might
Leaving behind the past, In a happy euphoric flight.

Yesterday is over, today has just begun
Mysteries of tomorrow burn like a blazing sun.

I will keep rising, past those moments of sorrow,
Today I promise to make for myself, a beautiful tomorrow.

My Whimsical Heart
shanthala


As lite as a feather
It fluttered hither & thither,
Trying to reach closer
Searching for the closure.

It flailed a million times,
To the fate's mysterious chimes
But it never lost hope
Stayed innocent enough to cope

One fine day it stumbled
To your heart that quietly mumbled
A quite promise to never part
& you captured My Whimsical Heart

Could it get any better
shanthala

You open your eyes to see some stars shining,
tempting you to give them a sweet caress.
You stretch your hand, willing, desperately hoping 
and touch that start with absolute finesse.

All your dream that once filled your little heart,
everything you ever wanted to behold.
The joy ride you wished your fate would start
it's all yours, like some fortune foretold.

Everything pans out, just like you wish it did,
not arising any need that force you to deter.
Life is flawless, as your beautiful destiny bid,
this makes you think, could it get any better.


Give me a break
shanthala

It was not me who began the game
You never understood, what a shame

I never planned to be your competition
But what you did has no redemption

I  was not the one who wasn't confident
So, what you did to me was no accident

I am not responsible for your inadequacy
You never listened to me without fallacy

Don't blame me for your incapability to change
My compromises only asked love in exchange

I cant help if you don't accept me as I am
As everything you do is nothing but a sham

Did you really think you could get away
When you never really had a final say

Give me a break here, I am not to blame
It was you, not me, who set your life aflame


The point.
shanthala
It has been a long standing routine between one of her friends and she. He always asked her the same question, "Why do you write?". Without any exception, she gave him the same answer each time, "Because it makes me happy."
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