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I see myself in the mirror
its not me looking back
but a stranger..
torn in two is the image of her
not one person but more of her
she is one..but got cut in two..
like a heart broken in two..
I feel like turning away
hiding my face..looking away
for nothing can ever fill the crack
what time takes away..never comes back
but somewhere in the pieces I see
like a jigsaw puzzle of sweet memories..
the moments I had spent with you..
the times I had smiled with you..
all come back rushing to me
in the shattered glass pieces I see
the beautiful image of what once was true
my heart embracing the soul…of you…

Holding time

Holding time

Holding time

Time…hover’s over ones’s shoulder
to move on..pass over
here it comes in a hurry
there it goes in a flurry
in different garbs
it appears
happy..sad..or
full of fears
lingers,waits and
dissappears
running away a second
a mile
waving its hands
without a smile..
promises of return
it never keeps
leaves behind wasted hours
to sigh and weep
So…
if ever you’re caught
with best of times’
hold on to it
never decline
capture the moments
before all resets
let ‘Time’ standstill
at its timeless best
till all the goodness
is sieved off it
then…
bid a happy ‘farewell’
never to regret it!

Candle in the Wind

Candle in the wind

Candle in the wind

hear footsteps from afar,

heading softly towards my heart..

The path is quiet, since a while,

shadows of silence .. lay miles and miles.

For my love I have spread,

petals of thought and dreams to pick..

memories strewn on the ground he treads..

And..

as love’s fragrance carries him near..

the drums of heartbeat he will hear.

Close to the door of my soul,

awaits a candle’s dancing glow,

burning gently, incessantly..

safely held till eternity,

sheltered between these palms of mine,

protected from the blowing

storms of time….

hear footsteps from afar,

heading softly towards my heart..

The path is quiet, since a while,

shadows of silence .. lay miles and miles.

For my love I have spread,

petals of thought and dreams to pick..

memories strewn on the ground he treads..

And..

as love's fragrance carries him near..

the drums of heartbeat he will hear.

Close to the door of my soul,

awaits a candle's dancing glow,

burning gently, incessantly..

safely held till eternity,

sheltered between these palms of mine,

protected from the blowing

storms of time....