Thursday, April 28, 2011

WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE

did it ever come across your mind that
maybe,
just slightly maybe,,
you and her arent supposed to meet each other ?

both of you came from different dimensions,
nothing much in common,
she's the opposite of you,
and you are the opposite of her,
and we know
when the two worlds collide,
it isnt right,,

the romantics often say ' opposite attracts '
just like North Pole and South Pole,
but do they even know the fact,
love alone left a hole ?

and day by day
it’s getting larger and larger ?
if you cant even bear the fret and pain together ?
why live forever ?
if you know you will make her suffer ?
just move on
and leave her,,

leave her,
before it hurts her badly,
leave her,
before it becomes serious injury,   

she’s better off without you
lead a different path without agony,

dont you ever worry,
eventhough things would be slightly iffy,
my love for you is eternally,
and you will always be my hero,
and i'll keep it that way,,

i promise.


if it’s for the best,
than nothing much i would ask.


4th poem. early April 2011.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

SCINTILLATE ZENITH

      

yesterday i saw you,,
in a crowded place,
in the swamp of people,
you looked lethargic but still energetic,
a glimpse of your delightful face,
made my day brighter than the Sun,
you smiled sweetly,
but i know ,,
it was not for me,
it belonged to the girl besides you,,
my eyes on you,
but your eyes on her..

without uttering a word,
without turning at me,
you walked pass me by,
as if i was invisible,,
to you, i was just another person,,
but for me, you were so significant..
you were just like the wind,,
so soft but yet so cold..
i could feel your presence,
but when i opened my eyes,
you were not there..

you were too near,
too near until i could smell your scent,
if only, and only if,,
I could freeze the time,,
I would not miss it for the world..
yet you were too far,,
even further than scintillate zenith.. 
so,, i guess it's time for me to face the truth,
that i'll never be with you..

the very 3rd poem. written in early march.