Love's Fake Identity

Love came creeping, slowly, covered my eyes, held my hands
and danced with me, lifted me and threw me up into the air and I flew.
and here I am, blind, not knowing my landing, now that love has left.

When love spoke, I turned deaf to reality.
Love knew words that only dreamers could see and only believers could believe.
Love made me a believer but took my senses in the bargain.

Love walked in and filled the empty spaces, filled the gaps that had me incomplete.
Love walked out, taking bigger portions of me along, now the spaces are wider.
The wounds hurt more and the scars may never vanish.
And the spaces will think thrice before letting love in again.

Love spoke to me with charm, wit and words?
Love talked his way in and said everything I wanted to hear.
Little did I know that love has had practice and this isn't love's first time around.

Love gives you everything you wanted and makes everything seem perfect.
What was imperfect before love walked in?
Maybe love is perfect because that's what I wanted it to be.
and then it shows its colors of imperfection by turning around.

Love made me a fool but I'm still a fool for love.
Love has such power that it weakens me to the floor.
No one knows love until they've seen, one point in their lives, love walk out the door.

Senses Unheard Of

I see a baby, making faces at his mother.
He looks to be hungry or maybe in pain.
His lips take a shape and I can only feel pity for him.
His elder brother places his hands on his own ears.
While his mother says something to him.
Her face shows anger to the elder boy.
Yet, is soft and loving to the baby boy

As the traffic halts for the red signal I look into impatient cars.
The drivers pressing the center of their wheels in frustration.
Some sort of blaring noise must surely be created.
Why else would pedestrians and patient drivers be making faces at them?
And out comes a tempered driver,
His brow full of sweat and his eyes flushed red in anger.
He seems to be having a bad day...other than the scratch his car attained because of the car behind him.
And his hands swing in the air as his lips moved so fast.
He probably spoke words in a high volume.
How else would so many people gather to watch the scene he created?

And across the road I see a marching band.
I can see the drummers hitting their drums.
The tempo and speed of their hands kept timing to my heart beat.
Maybe it sounds the same too.
The flute players move their fingers so swiftly over the instrument
I wonder what it sounds like.
It definitely must be making for a celebration,
For the people behind the band cant seem to stop moving.
They move to the timing of the drummers.
And I cant help but imagine the sound to be really lively.
I see their feet lift off the ground and their hands slash the air.
Their heads move in time with each other
And their eyes close to sense just one part of the music...
The sound...

I can't hear what you hear.
I see what you hear.

Beauty, born of the Dark

There's pain in the words not spoken.
Those lips that have never been kissed, hurt.
Those hips feel abandoned by hands that let go.
Those hands feel betrayed by hands that taught to hold.

A heart will never love like it loved before it was broken.
A eye will not look beyond the skin of one too young.
For one too young, may be the eldest of the pack.
And yet, he could be the one too young to know himself.

Plucked a beauty from the ground, its home.
Basked in its fragrance but valued it too little.
For after the petals began to darken,
He saw no beauty and left it behind on the soil.

Never will this life choke in the weeds
Never will this flower die to liven the soil.
Never will her smile fail to bloom.
For always will the sun shine on her.

Forever will the moon be her friend.
Always, the darkness inspire her being.
For it's in the dark that her emotions awake.
And lay asleep behind the mask of dawn.

The Bad Boy

Stay away from him they said, don't go close.
He will draw you in to his embrace and make you feel like your the most beautiful girl in the world.
And after he has won over your heart and has a hold over your emotions.
You will love him back unconditionally and you will run at his beck and call.
And then you will make mistakes in the name of Love.
You will blindly follow your heart ... being led by a liar.
They said all of this... they warned me!

But I'm no one to listen to people and their opinions of other people.
I had to see for myself, I had to know him to know if he could even be a friend.
And he initiated a conversation that till date hasn't ended.
And I couldn't stop myself from wondering then if he would prove to be what they all said he is.
As days went by and we spoke, I learnt about him and he did about me.
And the things people said began to become irrelevant to me.
I was coming to know a boy that no one ever spoke of.
or probably, I was coming to know him the way no one else could.

Be careful they said again, this could be his charm, his way of getting around.
But his charm seemed harmless. In his own way he knew how to draw you into a conversation.
He knew how to keep you wanting more of it and he knew he could make you fall in love.
What he didn't know, was that I was no ordinary girl. And it took him time to realize it.
But as he did, it was beautiful to see him respond.
This boy was certainly not what they told me he was.

I guess they never took the time to know him.
They judged and judged his decisions.... and forgot to understand his reasons.
His mistakes, he regretted them. Don't we all, he was ambitious, but who knew?
Who bothered to ask? He had more to him than a knack for girls, he had more to him than just Charm.
He had a heart. A heart that people failed to see. A heart that people overlooked after knowing his charm.

And it didn't take long for me to find a friend in this young man.
It didn't take long for me to understand him and know him like no other could.
And though it took me longer than any other girl hes been with,
I began falling for him...like they said I would.
His 'Bad Boy' image no longer kept me away from him.
I was willing to ignore his flaws for the sake of the good in him.
I was willing to overlook his shortcomings for the sake of the love he had to offer.
I was that drawn to him. Me, who swore I wouldn't be charmed by he, who they called a liar.
I was drawn not by the Bad boy, but the good that lay beneath his skin.

Between the lines

Touch a heart

Make a change
Make momories
Recall them
Fall in love
Introspect
Care for someone
Reach out
Fall out of love
Break a heart
Fix another
Hurt someone
Apoligise
Lose someone
Value people
Say something good
Be a mentor
Try something new
Give up
Make mistakes
Learn from them
Create
Invent
Discover
Share
Cheer someone up
Gift 
Smile at a stranger
Walk some more
Turn around
Open your eyes
Listen
Stand up
Trust
Have faith
Jump up and down
Run
Exercise your mind
Sing out loud
Get scared
Scream
Break the cycle
Eat and drink
Make love
Kiss a girl
Kiss a boy
Choose
Stay alive
Start a fight
Make up
Read
Travel
Get lost
Explore
Come back home
See
Touch
Appreciate
Dance
Turn the tables
Lift the pieces
Breathe
Survive
Do it all again