Concerns.

What concerns me the most,
My heart, and its ghosts.
Ghosts of all the years past.
Ghosts of my mistakes vast.

Priorities suddenly go hay-wire.
Small things, huge shapes they acquire.
Small gestures, and small talks.
Incomplete conversations, memories just stalk.

Concerned I am, about myself, and me.
They seem different, is that even a possibility?
I am improbable, I am usually unstirred.
And still somehow, an anxiousness usurps.

Long nights, alone, aphotic.
Moments of blues quickly leave.
Now, just concerns hover, and that is all.
Just concerns, and an empty white wall.

I have no idea why, my mind plays such tricks,
It teases, it remembers, it's sly and it's slick.
The smallest of them actions, the biggest of them lies.
Every single one of them, to fool me it employs.

But my heart is strong, or so I feel.
There is something that to it does appeal,
And that is, the comfort of the moment.
And for awhile, serenity settles in.

Illusions.

It all comes shattering down,
In one swift motion,dead.
Run of the mill,the talk of the town,
Or the only thing in my head.

Chimeras, fallacies, all over due,
But then again, that is all they were.
Dreams, unseen, never to be true,
Pieces of my heart disappear.

Clouds of confusion, up in smokes,
The hurtful truth, up in my face.
As the facts themselves to me spoke,
I stared at my reflection, sad, and disgraced.

Was there any truth in that beautiful satisfaction?
Or was it all a colossal illusion?
Was it all a figment of my imagination?
Was it all just a part of my own delusions?
  
The splinters of my dreams puncture my feet,
Nose up in the air,as I step on them and leave.
The matters of my heart, ever so discreet.
And the mess I made,because of the lies I believed.

What is worse than being broke,
Is being broken hearted.
I laugh it off, this cruel, mean joke.
Over the screams of my mind and heart being parted.

Why should my mind be blamed,
For all of my heart's mistakes?
No, it would be a matter of shame,
I'd rather spare myself of atleast that one ache.

Run into you.

What's passed is in the past,
Once and for all, aside its cast.
But what should one do if suddenly,
The past runs into you, ever so subtly?

The pricks and the tickles.
The mind- now so fickle.
Is it right or is it not,
To let memories suddenly flood all your thoughts.

But along with the exaltation,
Comes again the hurt, frustration.
And again you wonder what to do,
When suddenly the past runs into you.

Towards our future, we run from our past;
But we're too slow, it catches up alas.
And now its a dilemma,  whether or not,
To run all toward it, or away at all costs.

But when you do somehow run into something
That you were hoping never to run in,
 Make your mind quickly to hug it or leave it,
Cause what your heart wants, you will surely receive it.

There is always a way for the past to run into you.
But the question remains whether you want to too.
The heart is never firm as the future is unsettling,
The past is still comfortable, but is the present less tempting? 

Lost.

Lost. And alone. In this forest of concrete.
Sad. And sadder,as I drag along my feet.
Melancholy. Nostalgia. Wash over me again.
Tears. Tearful smiles. Nothing left but pain.

Obsessive. Compulsive. My world is now on fire.
Insecure. Discontent. My life is without desires.
Everyone. Everything. Turns against me now.
Maybe not. Ah my heart. In pain yet it does bow.

Fuzzy. Unclear. My view of the world.
Doubts?Or just tears? Let nothing unfurl.
Full stops.Question marks.The only things I see.
Commas.Exclamations.They all but dodge me.

Where I am. Who too. Its all just lost,unclear.
My heart. Still not with me. But it is engulfed in fear.
Mistakes. Always.There to ruin the day.
Lost. That's all I am. Won't someone show me the way? 
 
A light.Just shine it. Or just give me a push.
Right path. Right direction. Anything right as such.
Friendship. Love. A little care, some compassion.
Something. Anything, really. Just in a sweet fashion.

Discovery.Of self. I search for who I am.
 Lost. And all alone. I ache for a loving palm.
Stretching. I reach out. With hopes and all my faith.
Life.And love. I am ready to catch your bait!

Borrowed Life

This birth, this soul, this body, this breath,
This face, this love, this mind, this death.
These tears, these laughs, these hopes, these strifes,
All a part of this borrowed life.

None of it is ours, and yet it all is,
All the sorrow, the pain and the bliss.
While nothing is known, it's all in plain sight,
Adding worth to this meaningless borrowed life.

Something that soon won't be tagged "mine",
Something we will lose in the blink of an eye,
Something that was with emotions rife,
Something to ponder over-this borrowed life.

We can't just let it be, we never really know;
When it'll slip out of hands, to someone else it'll go!
Something has to be done, or heavy will be the price,
Cause we have to make something out of this borrowed life.

Buck up, buckle in, there is no time to waste,
But make sure nothing is lost in the haste,
Your joys, your love, your family, your life,
It's all still yours, even in this borrowed life!

Tears

As another diamond rolled down her cheek,
She coughed, as she tried to speak;
Speak about what hurt her so much,
Speak about the truth, as such.

She wondered why, she wondered how,
She'd end up this way, with tears and a frown;
She was sad, but this wasn't supposed to be!
This way of life, she never did foresee.

She cried, and cried, to sleep, again.
She cried and cried, tears all in vain.
For what she cried, only she knew,
Maybe she didn't, she thought nothing through.

Her life seemed to have reached an impasse,
She searched crazily for a greener grass.
Somewhere, somehow, to reduce that pain,
Someone, somewhere, to show they cared.

Cause she was trying, and trying with all her might,
That soon she'd spot some joy in her sight.
Cause life had never been so sad, so unclear.
Cause life, was never supposed to end up in tears.

A little help

There's a girl that I know,
My very dear friend.
She has a big secret, though,
One she's scared to tell.

There's a boy, her good friend,
And she likes him quite a bit,
But she's worried their friendship will end,
If she tells him, and he doesn't reciprocate.

Now she wonders what to do,
And I want to help her out,
I wish to know how he feels too.
I hope its clear what the message is about.

In a Suitcase

It's precious, yes it is! A treasure in all its truth.
It's hidden and guarded-then suddenly came a-knocking youth!
Oh dear!What to do? It thumps so much more faster;
Even though,it's in a suitcase, it's no longer it's own master.

So fragile, so warm, so naive and pure and soft,
Protected by the frost of love, yet so very lost!
It aches for that frost-bite, not knowing if it'll hurt.
And while it's in a suitcase, it builds its very own world.

It knows that something's missing,something super integral,
It knows that there is something, that'll make life much more livable.
And then when suddenly, there is a humungous rumble,
It no longer can stay in a suitcase, out and about it tumbles.

It sees a new home, a new place to be in,
It finds it so exhilarating, it's better than it's ever been.
It hopes that this new home is forever and always its own,
And thus, though a new one, in a suitcase, life is again known.

This suitcase, the ribcage, is the safest place for the heart,
The precious little gem, that beats from the end's start;
From one suitcase, this treasure once is forward passed,
It makes itself a promise,in that suitcase, forever it'll last.

I'll be there

There will be times when everything would seem just like a mess,
Don’t you worry,soul sister, I’ll be there,to save my princess.
To shade you from the Sun, to hide you from the dark,
No matter what it is, I’ll be there, forever your spark.
When tension turns the heat up, I’ll bombard you with snow,
When you are alone, I’ll be there, with you, your shadow.
When you are feeling down, I’ll happily give you a kick start,
When love may sting sometimes, I’ll be there, for a heart-to-heart.
When sometimes you want nothing at all, but just to be alone,
Count on me ‘cause surely, I’ll be there, to break your every bone.
Also, when you’re shining, I’ll surely bask in your glory,
Cause I don’t care about others, I’ll be there, to tell your story :)

Nobody knows me at all.

I try and try, I try to do the right.
I know I'm shy, I know my heart's fright.
I am never alone, yet no one breaks my fall,
I'm still unknown, Nobody knows me at all.

I am good at heart, I know that for sure.
It is no piece of tart, but my heart is truly pure.
I am not the one to brag, cause I know I'm not a doll.
That's one thing I don't lag; yet, nobody knows me at all.

I have been accused, of sarcasm and  of taunts,
My words have been mistook, the accusation haunts!
I just mean your best, behind your back I don't crawl.
You are the same as the rest, nobody knows me at all.

You should know if I love you,hurt you?-nobody can dare,
And every word is true, you are in my every prayer.
I am just your well-wisher,but your disbelief-leaves me in a brawl.
Like a pull to the gun's trigger, nobody knows me at all.