Death

..And again I see those dreams;
falling from the top into the valley of dark,
a smirk on my face, then a terrible attempt for a laugh
like I knew my end, how it is going to be;
then she came by, holding me into her arms;
oh my, such a divinity, what a smell of her skin,
deep black eyes & a mole under the chin
She embraced me, kissed me, gave me her attention,
loved me the way I deserved all these years;
Who would have thought death was so beautiful :-)

it did not go well !!!

Most of the times it wouldn't matter
of how helpless and stupid i've felt at times
because your messages, your photos and those memories
were enough to keep me going.
but sometimes it hurts, it really does
but I wouldn't blame you and understand that
it did not go well..


i knew it had to end someday,
u were too good for me, if I may say
or may be I was too desperate to win some;
you always complained how free-bird I was
I really didnt see the point back then
so I would agree with the verdict and understand that
it did not go well..


its funny how happy those calls used to make me,
and those messages which were received with laughter
now they bring melancholy and frustration of failure,
of what could be most significant I could do ever
Now you call and tell me things you did and how lovely
its all going, I feel like asking if it was me who messed it up
but then I believe it was my fault and understand that
it did not go well..


you might not remember cuz you always forget things,
how you once said that because of me you never succeed,
how the whole scenario of 'ours' kept you distant and cold
I really don't have a clue if that was you being sarcastic or what?
but u'll have to trust me on this, I always pray for you
and I think heavens of you, so I understand that
it did not go well..


I always wanted your company, you were glad to come along
You are the epitome of everything I wanted in a girlfriend,
well, you considered me a good friend, I assume you lied
I thought you were the one, you appreciated the thought,
I like things in its simplest form, about you I was never sure;
Sometimes it burdens me, makes me swell, but I understand that
it did not go well..