A Confectionery

I steady myself As the winds sighs to me An ode from you. It whispers to me your words of love as I wistfully stare at the tranquil sky the clouds enshroud the homeward sun as silhouettes silently slide on the landscape I hang on to your words to each note, to each pause and even to those trifling sighs I entitle myself To be devoured by your words As my conscience leisurely frays.

Dear Sehr , I will be long gone by the time you read this. I’m not even sure whether you’ll ever read this letter. I’m sorry, extremely sorry, for I had to leave you and go away, forever. But I had no other choice. Had I stayed, your father would have made me see hell. I’m sorry, for I had to leave you alone in your journey. But remember, my child, I love you. No matter what. I’m sorry to have deprived you of the love that every child deserves, of the support that every child wants, and of the guidance that every child needs. If you ever happen to read this letter, remember, that I’m still with you, and you’re not alone. Let me tell you one thing, Sehr . Life is not a bed of roses. You have to make tough choices, at every step. You have to let go of things you love. I’ve always made the wrong choices, all my life, this one too, seems equally wrong. I hope I won’t be regretting it. I love you. PS-> I shall be waiting...

The sacred string That binds us together Is now snapped By the blades of hatred And arrogance The concrete foundation That holds us together Is now crumbling By the weights of despair And disdain The mundane talk That kept us alive Is now lessening By the voids of change And distance The intricate melody That we once hummed to Is now fading By the silent commotion. The delicate tune That we once danced to Is now distorting By our mismatched steps.

All I ever wished Was to make this world A better place to live in To extinguish the fires Our hatred To melt the ice Our arrogance To calm the water Our pride To control the winds Our desires How hard a task Would it have been To bring back Some of the lost sheen? How hard a climb Would it have been If truly, We were that keen? How hard an effort Would we have made If only, There was something to trade.

I wish you'd notice That I was a raging storm Not a bright summer day. Devoid of hope and Dissected From the realms of the illusion Of what we call love I wish you'd overlook The scars and flaws That I carry with pride And honour I wish you'd enthrall me With the magic of your Blissful presence And envelope me In the warmth of your beauty All this remains Nothing but unsaid And All this is said In those moments of silence In those unfinished conversations And in the part of our world Where I exist alone.

Home, is where there's warmth, When you're frozen and bitter Home, is where there's rain, When its all parched, and no glitter. Home, is where there's peace, In trouble or commotion Home, is where there's love, Not a drop, but an ocean Home, is where there's comfort, On that one strong shoulder Home, is where there's joy, Without any obstacle, or boulder. Home, is where our hearts, Will always turn to Home, lies in me, And in each one of you. All of us have the ability to provide shelter to someone, emotionally. All of us have the ability to make someone feel comfortable, feel loved, and feel home. So when you get that chance to make someone feel good with all that you have, don't let it go. :)

*Christmas is not really near, but i couldn't help writing this. :) * It was Christmas eve, and we'd just finished decorating the house. We? My sisters and me. Christmas was undoubtedly our favourite part of the year, and we'd outdone ourselves this time. Oh, the house looked like such a happy place. Christmas was always a pleasant occasion; good food, good weather, good times. "See you all in a bit", I said as I put on my favourite blue coat, and headed for the park. Dusk was setting in, and I could see the stars slowly coming to light. It was going to be a beautiful night, I could tell. It had become some sort of a ritual for me, to visit the park in solitude on Christmas eve every year. It brought me calm. No, I didn't go there because I was a troubled teen or because I had family issues or anything of that sort. I went there because I liked the sound of snow crunching under my feet, I liked the biting cold that made my nose freeze, I liked the chil...