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On the road I walked 

I had thrown diamonds 

In search of pebbles and stones

Though it rained over my shoulders

My heart knew that it were my tears 

That had flooded the road 

That moment of silence 

I dropped my phone 

My feet stuck there

And I had fallen to the ground

Only fearing 

She would bury me alive 

Like the others around me

Hoping someday

That the rays of sun show

Mercy to the unread messages

Of a phone lying in a cemetery

WAS IT ONLY ME??

Is it only me who dreamed 

Of the perfect picture 

And never could get in the frame

I had bridged the gaps of my life 

Between the future and the past 

Blood stains on the rope

Bullet holes on the wood 

I couldn't cross an inch away form her 

But i had to travel yet a mile 

I dragged along the windy path 

Holding on to the final threads of my life 

The bullet wound in my knee did hurt 

As i finally stood up on the other end

The faded memories followed in haste ..

My outstretched hand 

Didn't save them this time 

Rather cut the ropes 

With the same knife 

She drove in me  

When all the memories cascaded,

When all the smiles faded,

When it was all over,

Was it only me 

Who was left crying!!

6 FEET UNDER

The moon shining 

On the silver of my shovel

Digging through sand and dirt

Flowers faded away 

Could see myself on the broken tombstone

My promise fading away in my memory

One year ago 

I had buried 

The ashes of what remained

Pushed it 6 feet under 

Hidden all my feelings with it 

She had hammered the last nail in the coffin 

In the grave I dug 

Vow I did take 

Never to look back on it 

But there I was 

Looking for the sole reason to live 

And it was hidden 6 feet under!!

A GOOD GAME

I climbed those stairs 

Knowing every place where it creaked 

There was a ghastly silence 

Looked door 

Reveled itself 

Only when i tried the second time

Dust covered every corner 

My breath was soaked in the lifeless room 

Every detail similar to memory 

Just like a place which awaited

7 years for me to return 

I placed the striker on the board ready 

To fall in the bliss of nostalgia 

The footsteps

Grew louder

And louder

Transfixed at the shadow, 

My eyes dared to move only when i saw her face 

For the next uncountable moments 

We played on that table 

Match after match 

The light bulb above flickered 

Pitch black and deep silence 

In that locked room 

When the lights came on 

Scratched on the table "Good game "

Not a living soul in that building except me!!

Never that way, never again

Its been years down that road 

It still hurts 

When someone plucks those nerves again 

Tried everyway 

To use as an armor 

So nobody could ever hurt me again 

It seems though 

Those words are scribbled on my skin 

It burns every time you look 

It burns every time you enter my thoughts 

It burns every time 

Left to be a scar 

I agree not to change 

Reminds me everytime 

Never will i go down that road again.

THE BIRD THAT FLEW AWAY

I have kept you down

7 years

In my cage of house

Filled with redemption

Ever since like a slave you worked,

Day in and day out

Perhaps,

I have to remind myself

*That some aren't meant to be caged

Their thoughts are, 

Just too bright.

And when the bird flew away,

The part of me 

*That knew it was a sin to lock it up 

Did rejoice 

Sometimes it makes me sad though 

To let the bird go  

  *Reference to Shawshank Redemption 

APOLOGIZING MIRROR

The shadows when lay upon me 

Nothing but truth is revealed 

Those sorry faces 

Some angry on facts 

When nobody around 

I am no more authentic 

Maybe I even lie 

Maybe I conceal the honesty 

Maybe I pretend to the moon;

That it shines like the sun 

Maybe the scars vanish 

From the wall in front 

Only when you aren't watching 

I am sorry 

I won't lie to you 

OLD SPEAR

I have tasted blood 

On my lips 

I have no compassion 

They say, 

I have smeared a few, 

Probably many lives 

But no one disagreed - 

"I was faithful to the ones 

That had my back"

I deserve no mercy 

As I have given none 

And along with all others 

I was thrown into the armory 

No longer useful

(The spear never kills the person that throws it, but still it is treated without respect once it is blunt)

END OR BEGINNING

FAREWELL CONVERSATION IN EVERY MIND !!

School : The great era is inching towards its end.

Life     :  The greatest era is inches away. 

School : Your best friends are never gonna meet you like before. No more hanging                  around with them like the past and no more of madness of childhood.

Life     : There are great friends awaiting for you, and I am meant to walk away with                 experiences and not stand still for them to happen.

School : The uncomplicated feeling of being in a position from altering identities of an               adult and child will be no more.

Life     : A grown up adult has its own benefits and unlimited fun.

School : Its tough to stand with the competitive world.

Life     : You even complain today due to your unsatisfactory position in schooling life.

School : You will miss the rides and all the places where children are allowed and                    you sneaked your way in

Life     :  You always longed to disclose the curtains of adventure in the stunts or                       activities marked  "Above 18" 

Its a never ending battle and the declaration of winner is probably the way each one perceives ...

FIRST BLOOD

The tide had brought you closer

It was the tide, that took you away

Its the sword that 

Warriors fight for;

Its the sword that kills them 

Like the wind you reached me

And the same drew you away 

But I still feel the pain 

Though I know

Nor the tide,wind 

Neither the sword would revert back

I knew you were gone 

You had drawn the first blood  

The scars remains 

Even after the battle

The blood stops oozing out 

But the vengeance doesn't  

( Like the tide, wind - both of them come and go at their own pace. Similarly she came and went away and she is similar to the sword - its what you want hurts you. )