Sara needed a shoulder
a shoulder to cry on?
In the midst of a bustling market
smelling of fish liver
and rotten potatoes,
she struggled for a glimpse,
a glimpse of that shoulder?
She dashed through that dingy lane,
shadowed by the dimness
of the awkward evening.
Sara still looking...
for a shoulder to cry on?
She climbed up
those winding iron stairs,
she noticed,
what she was looking for?


A pain pierced,
her throat,
like a needle.
Not enough time,
to scream...
A shoulder carried her
to the cemetery.
Sara needed a shoulder
a shoulder to cry on?

A short Story.

We met,
on this windy afternoon.
I asked him
how do you do?
he gave me
a cold stare
I asked him
what do you see?
He showed me
the empty road.
I questioned again,
why is the road empty?
He nudged away in disgust
I looked,followed him
as he walked past away
he paced his walk,
galloped,almost running,
he looked back at me,
a fear,so crisp and clear.
I stopped,he slowed down
but he didn't stop,
he went along that empty road,
alone,cos I stood where I was.

Tell me that you gaze at me
the times I fix my hair
tell me that it hurts your eyes
every time I whine
I like it when you wake me up
from my fears
You do it so well,and fast.

Your eyes gleam like the sun
and makes my eyes glint with the glow
You let me get away with all
my whims and sobs.

Like the rainbow falling down
on the valley so deep n brown
I hear the birds chirping around
drawing circles on the pale blue sky
I am not the evil saint here
nor the shallow devil
I am just in the midst of slight agony.
My pulse throbbing against my wrist
is strangling my restless heart,
I am not afraid of anything,
even love.

There is so much left to feel,
but I can't even hardly breathe,
my mind is getting throttled
by your sight.
but,
I am not afraid of anything,
even death.

Girl and Boy

Helter Skelter,
every bloody place,
bumping into every brick wall and pillar.
Inviting a mess every time.
Extra tons of flesh
worries her
screaming,screeching shouting her way
for herself and everyone else.
A little sane a lot insane
Always Impressed,hardly ever Impresses.
Lost in her own world of Prince charmings.
She,
a bunch of mad impossibilities.



Cool and Calm,
everywhere.
Never in the wrong path,
or the wrong way.
Invites others into mess,
never in one himself.
Fierce,known,aware
not one screech,scream not even a shout,
believes in being firm.
Basks on the epitome of sanity
Impresses,hardly ever Impressed.
Always finds himself in bitter sweet reality.
He,
a bit of a charming perfection.

The two met,
fell in love
and hence begins,
an excitingly odd love story.

A silent ache
lots of salt and moist
a fragile pain
consistent lump in the throat
but those fingers running through the uneven fringes
does wonders to the dent in her heart.
Maybe it IS a miracle...