Walls painted grey

Some people are just born that way, with tragedy in their bones. No, it doesn’t mean that they don’t feel any happiness or any joy in life. They certainly do. But, the sadness always lingers behind, like an old memory trapped away in the little corners of the heart, just waiting, to make it’s appearance in their good going life, every once in awhile, to mess things up, and leave them confused and lonely. They long for love, they long just to smile from their heart, but it’s difficult to get out of the pool of melancholy in which they once drowned. So, exhausted, they build high walls around them, paint them all different shades of grey, and hide away, their own grief breaking them apart, consuming them slowly. They sit silently and wait, for any sign, that they can find happiness. Sometimes they push themselves, break those walls, to see the glorious world that awaits. They finally find blissfulness again, until the tragedy makes it arrival, and they go back behind the walls they once built, silently dissolving in their dullness.



Stay a little longer with me

Hold my hand real tight

For you are the glitter in my darkness

You are a pinch of joy in my melancholy

So, just stay for a little while

Let me drown in your soulful eyes

Let me hold you close, and make you realize,

That you’re no less than magic

You’re no less than a miracle

You set my soul on fire

My heart ablaze

My eyes glow

And there’s so much more, which words cannot suffice

So stay still, look into my eyes

Feel the electricity passing to you

Through my fingertips

The stars are sparkling brighter tonight

For you are here, by my side

Tell me, will you forever be mine?

Will you never leave my side?

The stars, the moon, the night sky, silently witness

As your magical aura mingles with mine

As we fit together, like long lost puzzle pieces.


We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

– Cecelia Ahern

Pixie dust

She has lost all the touch with the reality

Failing to keep her life together, she keeps finding an escape

She stays in her wonderland

Where she’s a fairy

Her wings fluttering, shedding pixie dust wherever she goes

She sheds light and magic in the darkest of the places

She glides through the clouds

She smiles and laughs, lives everyday like it’s the last

Everything is perfect in her dreamland

There’s no pain and no suffering

Only sparks, fireworks and magic

She is wearing a dazzling gown

With tiny pearls woven in it

And then she bumps into him

His eyes so deep, as if the windows to his soul

His warm and soothing voice, making her feel a tingling sensation on her skin

He touches her face, and she feels herself dissolving into molecules

Sparks fly around, and goosebumps rise on her skin

Her heart hammers against her chest, and she knows with all certainty

She, the lost traveller, has finally found home

She finds herself gazing at him, and drowning in his eyes

She buries her face in his chest, and listens to his pounding heart

He is perfection, he is home.

That September Night

That September Night,

The stars glittered, the full moon shone, shedding it’s magic all over us

I closed my eyes, and felt the pixie dust

Everything felt perfect, except the fact that we were close, yet so far

I looked sideways, and saw you looking at me

I was holding his hand, you were holding hers

I still didn’t understand, why you destroyed our fairytale

I kept looking at you, my longingness for you getting stronger than ever

Tears flew down like a riverstream, but with no pebbles or stones to break it’s flow

I didn’t wipe them away, and the pain resurfaced again

I could make out your features in the darkness of the night

It took a lot of self control, to not run to you and kiss those lips of yours

So, I just sat there, closed my eyes

Maybe, in a parallel universe,we were still together

Holding each other’s hand, kissing each other innumerable times

And, laughing at the sheer idea of impossibility of us

Nothing has felt right ever since you left, there’s no magic, there’s no sparkle

Only mundane days, and endless thoughts of ending it all and leaving this world

How can you make my life a fairytale and then leave just like that, making it all a nightmare?

How can you have another girl in your arms, and not miss the way I hid my face in your chest?

The way I never got tired of telling you how much I love you, the way I kissed you

The way I gave you every little piece of my heart, which you never returned

And now, I’m numb.