WildHorses

WildHorses
No rhyme no rhythm, just a flow of thoughts..

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The last goodbye, that wasn't one

She looked at me,i looked at her
It was time to say goodbye.
there was a sadness in her eye
her tears she couldn't hide.

It was time to say goodbye,
this day was meant to come,
what was it between us,
neither of us knew.

Was it love, was it friendship
Was it something more.
We never could decide,.
We never could find
so we decided to part ways
and never see each other again.

But i didnt want to let go,
wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
where i could jus see that face
her beautiful face,
that curls into the sweetest smile
that makes me forget all my fears.

But,It was time to say goodbye,
this day was meant to come,
what was it between us,
neither of us knew.

The train blew the bugle
the wheels started to roll
she stood on the doorway
frozen in time.

She lifted her hand in the air and waved
blew a kiss at me
and that was it..
i didn't want to let her go
not now not ever

I moved i ran
she pulled the chain and stopped the train.
there we stood face to face,
with nothing between us
just the silent space.
No words to tell,
like caught in a spell.

Only our eyes spoke,
what was it i asked,
what was it between us,
it was love she said
it was more than it
that made me stop her
and made her stay.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Unfinished Painting..


An unfinished painting lies in the corner,
waiting for the touch of its owner.
It lies there covered in dust and web,
collected over the years,
its faded and blurred with her tears.

She looks at it every day,
takes a step forward and then retreats.
she has an image in her mind
a picture of someone,
of a man whom she loves,
that she is yet to find.

It has no face,
but it always stays,
in her mind.

She has a story to tell,
through her brush and colors in her palette,
but she holds herself back.
She is scared to move towards it,
she has a face in mind,
of a person she is yet to find.

But when she does,
she will tell the untold
she will write the unwritten
she will paint the unseen
but she has that face to find..
 

Friday, August 10, 2012

If I hadn't met you...

If I hadn't met you,
I would have never known love.

If I hadn't met you,
would never have known what's life.

If I hadn't met you ,
wouldn't have known how to enjoy a sunset.

If I hadn't met you,
wouldn't have known my missing self in you.

If I hadn't met you,
I would have been with someone else, someplace maybe.

But life wouldn't have been so beautiful,
wouldn't have been so meaningful.

Now that I have met you,known you
Being with you makes  me feel so much at home.

If I hadn't met you,
I would have missed everything