You Are In My Thoughts; I Am Not In Yours


You are in my thoughts;
I am not in yours
It pains a little
But I didn’t ask you
I didn’t ask you to do the same
I didn’t ask you to love me back
I didn’t ask you to miss me
I didn’t ask you to think
As You are in my thoughts;
I am not in yours
 It feels frustrating
But I didn’t ask you
I didn’t ask you to be mine
I didn’t ask you to write me sonnets
I didn’t ask you to dream me
I didn’t ask you to be part of me
As You are in my thoughts;
I am not in yours
It hurts too much
But I didn’t ask you
Wish I’d have really asked you
For if you ever feel the same pain too
Do not tell me how does it feels
As I will know it
As You are in my thoughts;
I am not in yours
 

Sullen Skies


Sullen skies laced with sun’s border
Stretched  across eternity
Some grey there and some orange here
Coating the cosmic color painting
 
Rays ornated behind the white ones
Illusive visionary  flurrying treat
Some scattered linear patterns too
Completing the optical symmetry
 
Wondering whats behind them
Some splendid miraculous heaven
Or some alive planetary mystery
Have Gazed a lot but still pondering 

Shadow-the master



It was my master
It knew me
It even knew what I wanted to be
It followed me
It stalked me
It even sometimes overpowered me
It judged me
It decided me
It even stole my thoughts from me
It hides itself
It doesn’t shows out
It veils slyly if anyone talks to me
It never introduces itself
It comes out when the sun shines at me
~*~*~

Journey


The uphill was tough,
The downhill jading,
Leftoff was sounding festinating
I looked back
I looked ahead
Appealed to me all bedevilling
The path was young
The terminus mystic
Invited me for an eventful enduring
The people were great
The memories idyllic
What a beautiful journey life has been

 

But I know he doesn’t


Love blossomed and I knew it was meant to be,
He too knew this was what he ever wanted to be,
He says he knows me,
I know he doesn’t,
He says he can read my mind,
But I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
 For if he knew- he would feel how much I love,
Its blooming like lillies with silent passion,
For if he knew- how it hurts me too,
Its paining me ever with silent torture
But I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
He knows the song in my heart so is his claim,
Little he knows the pure hymns of his name,
He says he knows the dreamy dreams I see,
But not about the real life where there was he,
But I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
 Now that I’ll be long gone I hope he reads this,
And know that its him that I am writing,
And if he now understands the signs,
Tell him I knew it -but,
I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
~*~