Monday, November 30, 2009

Tired are my hands,
Emotionally I failed,
Its just the platinum of my courage,
On which I stand,
I wanted to be like you,
Run away from the window,
As sorrow enters from the gate,
But do you think even,
if I follow your foot prints,
Will that  make me,
Happy ever after again???

- illusiOn ~


 Being apart from each other,
It was easy yet and a convenient choice,
Made by you and approved by me,
And now we both are towards our,
Different destinations!
Its fine with me but it hurts,
When each morning I see my pillow,
Wet and
I hate myself why do I miss you?
It gets worst when dawn falls,
And I go somewhere,
Where you memories lies too,
I get mad on my companion,
I wish I could be mad at you,
As when you were going,
Taking things with you,
You tooth brush, your clothes shoes and accessories,
Why you forget them,
Didn't took them with you,
The memories we shared with in past few years,
I don’t want to rewind,
Here, take these with you,
Live them and feel how it is,
When every day you get up,
With a hope that you will live again,
But with pillow that is wet and stained..

- illusiOn ~

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


I met her again near the lake,
This time me sad and she felicitous,
I was burning with every breath I take,
Cigarette flames were the only light,
Silence as the only agonist among us,
Darkness was our only guide,
And then she shed the tears of love,
For one she loved and the one she had,
Her cries were loud deep in pain,
But what to do when the eyes rain,
Oh! how could I stop her and cease her pain,
As I was the reason , the hard-hearted Cain,
Should I tell her of all I faced,
I grieve on what I caused,
But my girl knows,
Things were beyond my reach,
She yelled and I heard her screaming,
I heard her and I turned,
Glared as if I heard all wrong,
How this could happen, my world seems fallen,
I felt like dying, dying all in,
I stared her face from forehead to her nose,
And her lips, yes those rose red lips,
That I once kissed,
They opened wide as if they wish to smile,
I cleared my throat and my watering eyes ,
I wiped them off as she was about to forgot,
Who I was,
I went near by with a wished to clutch her tight,
So that I could fly up light but how could I when,
’ She was in LOVE again ’!

- illusiOn ©

P.S( Its my first story in poetic way, just a try.. suggestions and corrections.. r welcum..)

Monday, November 16, 2009


I want to wear the dress of silence,
I want to be quite now,
As I no more can shout with a choked throat,
I seek an escape yes! I want to run,
I want to jump up and fly high,
I want to discover the world and hide,
It was never about ‘you’,
Yes! it was never about ‘us’,
All revolves around me,
It’s always about ‘I’..