Broken Toys

As children bring their broken toys,

With tears for us to mend;

I brought my broken dreams to God

Because he was my friend.

But then instead of leaving him in peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help, with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried

"How could you be so slow?"

"My child," He said, "What could I do?

You never did let go..."
-author unknown

Things I'll Never Say

I’m tugging at my hair
I’m pulling at my clothes
I’m trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I’m staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I’m searching for the words inside my head

(Cause) I’m feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you’re worth it
You’re worth it
Yeah

If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Guess, I’m wishing my life away
With these things I’ll never say

It don’t do me any good
It’s just a waste of time
What use is it to you
What’s on my mind
If ain’t coming out
We’re not going anywhere
So why can’t I just tell you that I care

What’s wrong with my tongue
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble
Like I’ve got nothing to say

Guess I’m wishing my life away with these things I’ll never say
If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you...away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I’m wishing my life away
With these things I’ll never say
These things I’ll never say
-Avril Lavigne

The moment.

He smiled at me, my heart flipped,
My breath slowed, the words just slipped.
He has this effect, that makes me do t hings I would never do,
I am not the type to giggle, but with him, I do that too!

What's happening to me? I can hardly understand it,
My heart races in his presence, its like he is a catalyst!
I can't help but smile when I see him,
He lights up the world, cause the past now seems dim!

When he confessed his love, I was left dumbstruck,
I couldn't believe the truth, I couldn't believe my luck.
But it was true, is true, I should say,
And will remain so, again, if I may.

It was a moment of weakness, and yet I'd never felt more strong,
I still don't think even a leaf was at place that was wrong.
It was perfect, it was flawless,a dream come true.
Even though I was clueless, I couldn't believe that it was true.!

I felt the blush, I felt the blood rush to my face.
It felt so right, the way everything was falling into place.
The crowd on the path just vanished, and only we were left,
Sitting on that bench, with no feeling bereft.

It was cute, and indirect, the first confession that came,
The smile on the face, the naughtiness, still the same.
Perfection personified, that's the only way of his description,
And 'tis true, no fable, nor a fiction.

It was spontaneous, it was incredible,
It was magical,unbelievable.
Fantasy and the truth combined,
And a miracle! he became only mine.

Habits

Habits don't just come and go,
they come, and stay, they rarely ever do leave.
When a habit becomes a habit, we may never really know,
Or so I think, as another habit weaves.

Habits don't die, they live with us,
Of course, they may go on a never ending sabbatical.
Who knows when a habit breaks, no one ever does.
Keeping a track seems fit, but impractical.

Habits don't just have to be things,
People can become our habits too,
What one does, says, hears or thinks,
Can be the habit for another person, or two.

People-habits are the most dangerous ones,
These sabbaticals hurt the heart the most.
The absence creates darkness, that can't by even a million suns can't be undone,
But life goes on, lifeless, like a ghost.
Whether the absence is for a month or a day,
Life is hard, breathing is strenuous and unfulfilling,
The heart at memories, does set its bay,
And each moment is hard, extremely gruelling.

These people-habits, like addictions, make us needy.
Desperate for their company, it leaves us wounded.
Our heart lies alone, bleeding.
The horrible emptiness, the feeling of being undead.

For our completion, for our healing,
We need those people, for our happiness, up close,
Cause only they can undo the fiery heart ache feelings,
Cause only they are our drug's last dose.

The Wedding...

Down the carriage, what awaits us is a breathtaking sight;
Adorning the path are flowers pink and white.
The mood is merry, happiness all around;
The bride sits on the bench, having her friends her surround.

Dressed in white, she smile when they tease us,
It's no secret as to why the day seems to please her
Her pink face glows with joy pure and divine,
Her eyes twinkle, each hair in line,
A little worried, slightly tense;
After all its a big event about to commence!
Her heart races,with excitement galore,
She can't really conceal it anymore,
That beautiful smile does not seem to leave her face,
Nervously she fiddles with her dress and its pretty lace.
Her parents wonder how quickly time races,
Looking at their angel and how herself she braces,
For the new tomorrow, for a new life,
For a new home, to be somebody's wife,
I enter the chapel, people are seated already
They sit upright, no poise there is unsteady,
The groom stands tall, with pride he beams,
He tries to hide how his joy has outburst all seams.
He wonders how she's feeling, his bride, his love,
He imagines her pretty face, and thanks the Lord up above.
He hopes she is waiting for the moment as much as he did.
He hopes it doesn't pain her too much when good byes she'll bid,
To her father and mother, and her dear home,
Her brother and her room, even the garden gnome.
As he waits down the aisle, to marry his lovely bride,
He promises to himself, that he'll love her more with each stride.

The wedding march begins, and enter the mother and her boy,
Everyone can see how the day brings both sorrow and joy.
Nervousness and ecstasy blend on the face of the bride's mother,
As she's escorted in, by the bride's loving brother.
His little sister's thoughts flood his mind,
Her laugh, her cries, memories, with tears make him blind.
Following them are the groom's men and the bride's maids,
Dresses in pink, with magnolias adorning their braids.
Hopping come in 2 girls, throwing around pink petals,
Out of their tiny baskets made of lace and silver metal.
Everyone's eyes settle on the man and his daughter,
As they glide into the hall, smoothly as water.
The father looks ahead, at his son-in-law,
All he sees is a man, beholding his daughter with love and awe,
He take a deep breath, and gives that man a smile,
Puts in his firm hand, his daughter's hand, agile,
The wedding vows are read, and the "I do"s said.
He lifts her veil, which had been covering her face all this while,
Looks into her eyes,and sees how they glitter and smile,
He whispers to her how much he had miss her,
And slowly he bends, and lightly does kiss her,
Sparks and chills run through them both,
And silently they do take love's oath.
People come in to congratulate the couple,
Their presence makes the joy seem doubled.
People proceed to the banquet hall,
No corner undecorated, nor empty is an wall.
Then fills the hall,  music smooth and calm
Everything is perfect, no reason for alarm.
The first dance of the couple starts then,
And is watched by all Gods and men,
As the newly weds glide over the floor,
Holding each other, closer than before,
The song ends then but they continue to dance,
They wanted to hold each other,at each and every chance,
They had to pause, but not to their dismay,
The music for the father-daughter dance had begun to play.
The father smiled as he danced with her after so many years,
He remembered his little girl, and his eyes welled up with tears.
So did hers, a lump formed in her throat,
what she said then I'd like to quote,
"Thank you for being such a wonderful dad,
No one could have possibly have a dad as great as I have had"
He hugged and told her she would always be loved,
And that she was a daughter better than he ever deserved.
with tearful smiles, they danced some more,
like they used to, just like before.
The wedding came to an end, and she hugged her family then,
And left with her husband, suddenly when,
He cupped her face in his hands,
Said, " as long as we live, I want you to understand,
That I'll never leave you, this I promise to you,
And my love for you will always be true."
She smiled at him, looked right in his eyes,
and told him,that with only him, her heart will forever lie.
And thus they set on the ride into their new life,
As man, and his lawfully wedded wife...

Are looks all that matter?

There she goes, that innocent girl,
And following her, eyes everywhere turn.
She doesn't know why they all stared.
She keeps her head bowed and walks on.

 They hoot and jeer, they call out to her,
She keeps her head down through it all,
In her heart she has a fear,
But on her face, she doesn't let it dawn.

As time passes by,she grows prettier by the day,
And the crowd just thickens as she walks down her way.
And with the growth in the number of her fans,
Grows her ego, she is now full of vain.


She thinks her friends leave her because they are jealous,
of her looks and her flawless skin,
Little did she know, she had herself kicked them out,
Cause she was so full of herself.

Soon, the vain brought her down,
Her nature had a stench,
It drew people away from her,
And the she learnt her lesson.

Often times in life, one's looks do dominate
and at such times its wise, to keep on oneself a check,
A good nature is essential,its nice to be nice,
After all,are looks all that matter in life?

Still Life

Scenes go rushing by,
People scurry away like ants;
Even before it settles infront of my eye,
The moment has passed, right out of my hand.

Snap! It changes-the scene again.
Circumstances, situations, people-none the same.
Sometimes change can be sch a pain!
Popularity-then loneliness, and a sudden lack of fame.

Life was running out, like sand from my fingers,
Everything was havoc, inanimate motion.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, a memory would linger,
But none to stay, or clarify life's notions.

Sudden, like a gust of wind, came along another change,
And changed everything, unlike how the previous ones did,
The motion, it came to a sudden stop, strange!
But the best change it is, I'd like to admit.

A new light, a new way of looking at life;
A still life, atleast that's how it looks,
An easier living, smiling without much strife,
That's how by you, my life has been shook.

Every moment is longer, more full of life than ever,
I grasp every shade, fairy tale and fable.
Everything you do seems right, everything said clever,
I love how your presence makes my life so stable.

The tremors of change aren't all that strong now,
Life is slower, more enjoyable, full of colour.
Still life, more beautiful, more full of rainbows,
Still life, yet more exuberant and full of fervor.

Celebrations, festivals-every other day.
Fireworks stay in the sky, till I've seen every spark;
And everyday, with more trust now I pray.
Cause now, I have my guiding light, to guide me out of the dark.