Sunday, July 18, 2010

Turn around and face me...

Turn around to face me...
Show me the tears in your eyes
Show me my hatred and my lies
Show me the heart that paid a price

Turn around and face me...
Point your finger on my face
Your warm body in my cold embrace
The love that put you to disgrace

Turn around and face me...
Point your righteous gun at me
Pull the trigger and set me free
Of your excruciating apathy

Turn around and tell the world...
How I tore your heart apart
How sweetly i called you my sweetheart
and murdered your innocent heart

And then turn around and answer me
Did you ever figure out who i was?
Ever accepted my perfect flaws?
Ever wondered what goes on behind
every time the curtain falls?

I was never what you thought i was
will never be an image of desires
coz frost can never be the fire
You cannot see the invisible
And will never defeat the invincible
If you are moonbeam, i am the lightening in the sky
the wrath, the power, the nature's cry
If you are the river, I am the endless sea
Too deep and large for you to be

You cannot bind or hold me
You cannot bend or mold me
Just let me be myself for a while
and i might come back with a smile
But till then forgive me and bid farewell
I'll be back as soon as i feel well!!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Sometimes while walking down the road of my life
I wonder
'bout the significant and the insignificant
'bout truth and lies
'bout true and false
'bout everything and nothing at all
'bout love and war
'bout peace and humility

And that is when i know where you come in
'To make me rise above it and show me where tranquility lies'
not in a dreamless sleep
not in a passionless state
not in kindness and humanity
but in a heart so deep where all hatred can happily dissolve
and loving someone like you've never loved anybody before...
In the sound of quite, deep breathing
and a heart beating for another.
Not in collecting your shattered pieces and sticking them together
but in saving other people's heart even when you know
that yours will never be able to be the same again.

And last, but certainly not the least,
In giving, when you know that you might not receive anything in return, or otherwise, at all...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

“I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you."