My heart is strong!

I watch the sun go down, out of my window pretending shy,
I put my hand against the light, give in before i try,
Its a fools game they say, less fool felt at heart yet why,
Should i stop give up, stay put and let the feeling pass by,

I wish i could rather fight, till the last moment of sigh,
I would know if i failed, but the least i'd give it a try,
The sky reduces to night, the day just past bidding goodbye,
A hope is to do better, wake up and let the remorse die,

Even if i don't know what is right, i won't regret when i cry,
I will let the tears fall, unaware ignorant i won't lie,
Too soon or too late it'd be, to speak i won't sly,
My heart is strong trust me, you promise hate so would i.

Deny.

Guess i have come too far, from the truth that i knew,
Hiding behind lies now, denying to know the true,
A little lost i may seem, a little i may want too,
Mind you life is just, mean meant for few,

I eagerly awaited each night, sat through to the morning dew,
I wasn't too sure of it then, I wasn't blind i chose to,
Now i sit unwinding the past, looking for a clue,
True i am getting old, and soon my time is due,

Now you don't trust me, well i haven't done much for you to,
I have faked all my ill, i have stepped into the wrong shoe,
It itches you to see me now, i know it does me too,
Denial can be an ugly thing, and i deny to live any further i do.

Dearth..

What happened, wasn't worth i'd know,
Shadows of dark, then covered by deep snow,
All is melt, for all but a hokum show,
A whole come of things, a lot less thought and so,

Dearth the love, dear the death if so,
The love long lost, back then that i'd crow,
Traveled both roads, both way the same low,
Ain't afraid of what to be, but to be what i owe,

Apart the agony, and the pain that you show,
A lot that you fake, and the rest that i foe,
For my love is no free, and its worth is no doe,
Its you that i hate, i hate why let it go. 

Trouble.

Shy me away thy beautiful sun, i stand underneath the bright,
Burnt off my bare feet, attending to the pain so light,
Do dare me of the lone, as i so await of the night,
To that eve i see you one last, gently avoid by my sight,

I wouldn't soon be there i am sure, for once i'd be right,
Certainly of all the failures i have met, you'd be the most polite,
For once just stand by me, stay ignorant lay quiet,
All i asked for is a dream, all i saw was but fright,

Now its time i must let go, but before i do i'd write,
I won't let these tears fall, i would know how to hide,
Slowly walk away then, let the sorrow be light,
Trouble? i won't make any, this time you take my plight.

The end.

Towards a night so blank, stars so shine but to pretend,
Twinkling lights out in the dark, a silent space I don't intend,
Its my mind out of thoughts, as the heart so learn to blend,
Its the hope I should keep, a little love i must lend,


For its what I was that I seek, in every moment I spend,
A feeling of freedom through to live, dream on I must depend,
A little confusion a lot of doubts, for what I seek I don't tend,
Life is calling but from far, as to reach I got to bend,


A winter postcard black ink, a letter of love forgot to send,
Address blank in the front, while the back read "dear friend",
"Spend this time all with me, Share my love that I lend",
"Towards a night so blank, Stars but shine to the end."

an year a friend..

to this night all blue, unlike an year past,
with my needs here all rented, the least and the last,
all upto here put right, all the wrong re-cast,
in my time of dying, all too soon too fast,

here let me hold, an year old put cast,
let me know you more, adore till i last,
i was born out of boredom, broken like a clast,
you beautiful made me smile, and stretched it like vast,

unto now you hold, all too well what we cast,
care upon you, well can't do all to last,
do me a favor, would you this last,
an year a friend.., a promise but to last!!


written by: mayankoul

Dated: 9th May 2012

Far more broken...

a writer so lost, amidst the right,

with a tear that to fall, his loss was a plight,

so stuck with the past, his eyes won't sight,

other than pictures and paintings, he drew when it was bright,

stoned and amazed, his eyes lost the light,

for what he thought he wrote, was no morning twilight,

letting himself to the dark, pretending it was night,

left out by the rest, left loose like a kite,

wrinkled gaze, brows uptight,

a thoughtful face, almost crinite,

made him think, a thought did smite,

that made him smile, and believe the rite,

far more broken, lost his might,

its time to get up, and finish the fight,

no need to scream, scratch or bite,

as GANDHI said, just be polite!!