Till death do us part !

I hear your cries

Yes, I do

I see the pain and suffering

It makes me restless to see you faint like this

But I won't let you die!

I am gonna be there for you

For you have been my sole friend in this lone journey of sad life

You let me by myself

with no fear of being ignored, misjudged and ill-treated

So how can I let you die alone

You are gonna revive!

That's a promise.

Till death do us part !

Depression.

Emotions

Thoughts

Feelings

Piled up inside

Waiting to burst

All you want is to end it all

Because your too scared and shy to cry

You take the knife ready to bring it all to an end

No one can do anything about it

Life just is a sad story

But,

Why die?

When all you have to do is cry.

Love

Sonshu

P.S: I wrote this one in five minutes randomly because I felt like writing it. :) The picture inspired me =)

I Will Take You Back With Me...

You left me in the rain,

I still can't believe it

You pulled your hands,

Away from mine

You walked away,

And didn't look back

What happened to all those promises?

And all those dreams we shared,

Every minute of a memory we had

You held me close to you

And said you'll never let go,

Oh what happened to all of that?

I want you,

Back into my life

I want to see you around,

Through my eyes

Please don't tell me goodbye,

Don't say its over

I wish, 

That we could go back to those times

We smiled and laughed

You didn't make me cry

You hugged me and never let go

And then you'd say

"I love you so so much!"

So don't you tell me

That its all over

I'm coming back

To take you with me

I need you, I want you

I will take you back,

With me....

<3>

Sonshu

Even if I let you go

I just want to ask thee
Before you leave me
In all these years we were together,
Did you love me, ever?

It was all clear on your face
You changed a lot these days
Fool of me, that I didn’t see you go away.
My life is at bay!

I knew girls don’t have a heart
I thought you to be poles apart
I fell prey to the dreams you showed,
To the solemn words you vowed.

Love, I know a lot about
But, I still have a little doubt
Is it fate that has parted us, or you?
It is hard to trust, but true!

There was so much in you
I always felt the bliss as new
As you leave me in the world of sorrow,
For a better tomorrow!

Even if I let you go
My love, I just want to know
Were all the words you said just fake?
For God’s sake!

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I have to let you go

I am lost, figuring unknown path
I am bleeding, inside my heart
I am quite, wanting to cry
I am alone, attempting to die

No,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I loved, as if love is immortal
I smiled, as if happiness lasts longer
I believed, as if promises never break
I trusted, as if worlds all saint

But now,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I have seen, tears flooding my way
I have felt, moments decay
I have experienced, love betraying
I have witnessed, commitment dying

And so,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

---Purple Thorn

MJ - We will miss you!

Michael Jackson is no more! He left for the heavenly abode this morning after a heart attack at home. He was 51. Let’s not mourn, but celebrate his life – his songs – his words and his magic!

God Bless the King of Pop!

May his soul rest in peace!
One of my favs: MJ - Black or White

Teardrops....

I sit under the black sky

scribbling in my diary
thoughts about how i love you
But i wondered if you loved me too

Oh dear you mean the world to me
and i cry when you say
you don't love me
and my world becomes dark as Erebus

A teardrop falls on the page
Many more rolling down my cheek
Drop by drop they fall onto the paper
making words fade away

My thoughts are washing off
when we laughed and loved each other
Oh dear
What did i do to you?
That you dont love me too...

This is a poem i wrote one night. Its fiction and im back today after a long time with this. I miss the lounge a lot! Will return with my posts..I miss all of you!

I blog at Sneak a Peek into the mind of a Teenager and Creative Minds

DREAMING ATTROCIOUS ATONEMENT

From within the silent shores
comes a screaming call
from a voice well known
An attention captured!

In the stormy night
where thunder roars
A sudden spark lits
The darkness broken!

Recalling my memories
looking back to shadows
That staring broken gaze
A story re-opens!

Some unanswered questions
certain unaccepted answers
two confused blazing eyes
Their sad spark noticed!

Drops of mist, the dew in them
falling upon me through my soul
A dusty wind blows a flash
Some vision fades into illusions!

Retracing the paths of past
falling back I shatter apart
encountering a painful truth!
A mirror witnessed!

I often doubt If I'm worthy
of what I had been blessed of
Confessing to my heart
A Dream concludes half way!

- Pulkit tiwari
(13th march , 01:27)

NOTES - I had always been hesitant to share any visual philosphical poetry at any public meduim right from childhood but have written ample ammount of strange verses, whose actual sense I believe that only I understand! In short they are poetic blunders but some mystifying words and nothing more... this one seems to be just one more like that! :D . mirror metaphor. is the key to this poetic piece actually!

ts a poem based on a dream... where i saw myself... drenched in rain...on a cold night... standing in a lonely foggy street....
suddenly a voice comes and i turn around... i feel i have heard it...i see two eyes in the dark corner of street.... i see sadness in them...i see red tears in them... and then i see that its shinking hard on me,...i go close... and when i reach the end of street...in the end is nothing... but a mirror....
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its was me...those eyes were mine,that voice was mine,that sadnedd was mine... i witnessed a mirror... it was attrocious... which means cruel...as i saw myself in a very sad broken shattered state... it had atonement... which means "pashyataam in hindi", meaning regret.... about something...i become awake and dream breaks....thats the end of poem
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now see the pic again.... in the blog with the poem...ul understand the whole poem

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One Bullet Is All That It Takes..!!

Room No. 301

He flash opened his eyes, as he heard a distant silencer of an idle motorbike. Turning over on his bed, he craned his head to catch a glimpse through the little window of his dim lit room. Pitch darkness, a far away and the only illuminated street light was all that his eyes could gather. His wrist-watch reminded him that the sun would rise in just about two hours. The sound of the motorbike diminished into silence: a scary silence. Charlie could hear his shaky, heavy breath. He could feel his heart pacing up and down. He closed his eyes to calm himself but in vain, as he heard human movements outside his door in the corridor. He locked his lips tight in trying to mute his breath. He browsed through his pockets for his revolver, with leaking hopes. The revolver was lost the day before, he knew it. Three… two…one…. “Knock knock” his door was knocked. Charlie said to himself, pressing his eyes- “They are here…Help me God…. They are here..”




Room No. 302 >

‘Deal Agreement, Mr. Vinod, VV & Co.’ Mr. Vinod couldn’t believe his eyes scanning through those words in the ‘Agreement papers’. He couldn’t help smiling. As if talking to the dark sky outside his window, he said- “ The sun has already risen in my life. You still have two hours of darkness.” He realised that the sun would be setting back home in India at that point of time, grabbed his cell phone, hit the numbers on them as his lovely wife greeted him on the other side- “Congrats dear. Got the news. I’m preparing sweets.”

“Love you dear. What’s a sweet if it’s not you Ani?” his smile almost touched his ears.

“ Oh come on ya. Waiting for you. Another 8 hours and you will be here. Just can’t wait baby.”

“Yeah. And hey, what’s my kitty doing?”

“She’s watching cartoon on tv. Hey can’t you reach here faster than 8 long hours?”

“Awee.. Love you baby. I’ll run even in the flight and reach soon. Don’t worry.” He joked as they cut the call.

Vinod, stood by the window, the soft carpet beneath him, the sky clearing, as a weak moon showed itself between the rolling red clouds. The silence was broken with a sudden thud on his door. It took him a long ten seconds to realise the sound and then hurried to the door, peeped through the view-finder but found no one. As though his brain was resting, he motioned his hands, reached the latch to open the door not realising that he was about to commit the biggest mistake of his life.


Room No. 301

Charlie, who didn’t respond to the door knocks, freezed to discover that the locks were being jimmied using foreign substances. He literally felt his blood rush inside him as he found his head go blank. It took two minutes for the door to be flung opened, thereby exposing two white men wearing black caps, holding a revolver each. They were revolvers fitted with silencers, making them appear longer than normal. Charlie, as a last resort, leapt out of his bed and tried to speed out into the corridor and it took no time for those huge men to grab him and let out a shot. The bullet pierced through his palms as it began colouring the carpet red. Charlie, acting entirely on his reflexes, stood and dragged himself as he covered some distance in trying to break away. Within no time he received another shot, on his shoulder this time, ripping off the upper part of his shirt along with a lump of skin. The uncontrolled running doubled with the gun shot led him crashing straight into another door : Door No. 302.

Vinod drew the latch and the door gave way, exposing him straight to the back of a wounded man (Charlie). Standing face-to-face to Charlie were two hugely built white men, with revolvers and sprinkled blood stains on their faces. One of them, with a forceful voice whispered, as he pointed his revolver into Charlie’s chest- “ You think you can get away?? Go to hell” and bhoom. The relatively silent bullet hit Charlie straight on his chest thrusting his body right into Vinod’s arms. Vinod, who, in a state of shock withdrew his hand allowing the body to drop vertically down over the soft carpet.



Mr. Vinod, the Founder of VV & Co., there he was facing straight into two gunmen, fresh murderers. His worst fears came alive as the hand with the revolver raised once again, this time Vinod’s chest the target. “No Evidence, no bullshit please. Sorry” said a voice, as the bullet sped and ripped apart a pure chest. The thud lifted his legs above the ground, dropped identically beside the dead Charlie. The air gushed out of him, the heart stopped as he breathed his last.

Certainly the sun was setting back home in India as the sun rose over Vinod’s dead body.

EVERY TEAR HAS ITS OWN STORY!!

Beyond every tear is not just pain, but a chain of painful events, perhaps at times... painful memories!Submitting to the faith of tears one can encounter numerous phases in a single cry, starts with a regret and eventually ends at relief! Behind every tear, there is a story that needs to be told, there are words that desires to be heard, there is a voice that someone needs to listen...

Its not just an expression but a monotonic agony, a surrender to life's toughness, may be an admission of one's sins or the regression of our faults! Have you ever thought, how much does a silent tear says?

Crying and moaning can be expressive, but not the tear... it just falls, at the instance of its fall, it says a story! A story that only those eyes know from where it emerges, a story that only heart knows from where it travels to the eyes... a story full of emotions, depicting mostly tragic and rarely happiness in its fall. Yes , every tear says a lot.

Tears reveals the hidden truth of god's glory that pleasure is often a visitant; but pain cling cruelly to us. Yes its rightly said that, For all the happiness mankind can gain... it is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain. At the end of pain, at its very tormenting peak comes the tears... for some, this peak comes pretty soon, for some it comes after a long time, but it surely comes! And in that moment of agony, one needs someone, one needs something , may be a shoulder to hang... may be a helping hand, and unbearable the need becomes, no matter whomsoever you talk to, not matter how so ever you think, there comes a time when you just need to cry... thats where the story of tears starts. Then on... you bleed from eyes, searching for solace and tears narrates the story once again and you listen to it, ashamed, sad and broken... perhaps shattered! Then the story ends, there is a bliss at its epilogue... a sudden encounter with soul, your soul, you!

You,submitting to destiny, closes your eyes... wishing this all could end this very moment! But thats the actual beauty of life... stories never end, they just takes a pause and then continuous till forever, always! Some stories that means the most, some stories where words are not relevant, some stories told, heard, known to/for/by you and just you! Some stories that belongs to every tear of yours, yes! Every tear has a tale... that one can never forget!

(PS : CROSS POSTED FROM "POETIC CRIES"

Did I ask for more???

Had Ask for love my lord...
did I ask for more???
let me die within her arms...
am I asking for more???

so many wishes made till date,
none of those answered!
So many promises made in return,
still none of those answered!

Heart aspiring to remind u once again,
If I Had ask for more???
let me die within her arms...
am I asking for more???

give my love to me my lord
without her whom would
My heart cry for...
My soul desire for...

I Had ask for something which was mine
did I ask for more???
let me die within her arms...
am I asking for more???

My luck is in a habit of...
never listening to me!
Torturing me by watching
a new dream every day!

Beg u! Oh! Listen to my call someday...
did I ask for more???
let me die within her arms...
am I asking for more???

- (POETIC CRIES)
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