Turn the page

(These four lines are dedicated to my blog's title! I randomly assigned a title to my blog years back.. and now it's all starting to make more sense than what it did before.. I realise now, how important it is to "turn the page" )

Been too long, in this cage,
Seen too much, for my age
It even has a color now, this rage
It’s time to turn the page...

Forgery

I forged your signature,
And it looked so real.
The art I so acquired,
Practiced with many a dear.

Oh how the meanings reversed!
The nonsense came from you.
I spoke with seething pride,
And you were left so confused!

I satisfied your every need,
My reasoning known best to me.
All you wanted was a sweet escape,
But how could that ever be?

Dear, I did not fake your initials,
And I did cut you some slack,
But explain how I turned into a twisted you?
'Cuz I don't remember signing up for that.

I am in one of your thoughts
That seems to linger around
I am a tiny trace in your being
I am waiting to be found

I am but a fragment,
I am but a space
I am but a void
I am nothing of significance

I creep up when you don't remember
I get lost without a sound
I hide under the covers
I shelter beneath the crowd

I am the hope
I am the smile
I am the promise
You left behind

Yet, I am seeking you
Yet, I am waiting at your door
You never seem to bother
I am "all that and more"

Your pleasure is limited
Your pain, relentless
Yet you forget me
When your heart's not heavy

I will always wait for you
And willingly you will return
I will not ask questions
About things you have learnt

For even I know its hard,
And I am giving you my reward
You have already paid the price, my child
You nursed a broken heart..

(this post is especially dedicated to everyone.. ;)

I am stupid, I am amused

If I am not wrong,I am a fool

I am careless, I am last-moment

I pay no heed to my senses

I fall, I sleep,

I get up when necessary

I cry for hours, I snap out,

I have sulked enough

I dance alone in my room

I throw things that can be reused

I say things I dont mean

I live in a different century

I am selfish, I want more

I am dry, I am a bore

I nurture abandoned neurons

I am attracted to the thorns

I am disoriented in many ways,

Some me dies, some me stays

(this one has been written for two people, one not known to me.. its for those two who have cursed the harshness of nature and yet, appreciated and accepted it.. its for those two people and they will never know)


The passion was ignited,
Two rough outers met,

Saw through the prism of stone,

His universal curse of being alone.

Storms, the flame withstood,

Fireflies died in the name of love,

The flame burned with a vengeance profound,

The sparks raised questions abound.

Incessantly proud was the candle,

For she had nurtured the flame,

The winds and the waters,

Only had excuses to fail.

The outers turned rougher,

As now, they had turned their backs,

No, the flame didn't burn out,

The candle ran out of wax.