Power

Yes. I love power.
This was it. Minutes after I met him, I knew this was it. Power was sitting across the table and talking pretty much insignificant things. Power had the most amazing signs of love and emotion. I looked into his eyes with awe. I captured his every style, his every move and his every word in those few minutes. Power could talk, power could walk and power could look me in the eye and talk about things that never mattered.
His power was himself. He treated himself God. I admire him. A taken soul that will never belong to me.

I love Power. I love him.

My Difficult Meeting

It was quite a meeting today. So difficult, that I just couldn’t understand why I was restricted to me being what I was. I met someone so famous, that definitely I knew that I was alien to the real world.

He made me listen to him when I dint want to. I shut my windows and closed the doors but yet he made his way in. He made me dance when I never wanted to. He made me like and sing in the language I rarely spoke.

It was rather difficult for me to accept that yes he was that person who had been living in my house every alternate day.

My mom had liked him, my neighbors had loved him, then why was I the one who never realized that he had a face so unfamiliar.

Betrayed

Yet again another fall. I stopped, stumbled and walked again. After denial, I somehow accepted that this certainly wasnt something that life bought on me, it was something I bought on myself. Once again I wanted to hate every thought that made me want what I wanted.
I did my best. I did the rest. I never did a No.

My thoughts and me had betrayed every thought that wasnt mine.

The Wall

The Wall was strong. It was the only one I ever saw. It held the news from over the world, but marked with the dreams of one. The wall had seen it all happening. I stood and told the wall that never again would I stand infront of it and speak. It had seen me the way I was. But I never wanted to stand there again.
But the cruel wall spoke.. years later.. it influenced the thoughts like a treasure which was cursed. The wall had never crumbled, but my thoughts it did. I hated the wall.. I loved the moment.. I was a child then to love it.. I was a grown up now to want it.

Frank Talk..

Anegls could fly, Angels could be walk, but never thought angels could sit down with you across a coffee table for a cup of coffee. Funny it was. He sat down and discussed years. In real terms, he spoke about heaven and earth. A certain something about him was scary, a certain something unbelievable. A mortal soul, yet set so free? Why? What to believe and what not to believe?
He was a murderer.
He walked with soldiers. No one could dare get closer. He pretended to be the nicest. He was cruel to himself.

The angel was powerful.

What a wonderful world..

The most powerful song I've ever heard.

Never

If i asked you to stay, would u? Never. Never. Never was just for Never. It never mattered whether it was me asking you to stay. I was always miles away.
If i asked you to wait a while, would u? Never, and emotion again.

What was this that made me never want to meet you yet cry to make you stay. Its never goin to matter to you. Never. The word again. I'll have everythin tomorrow the way you have today. But I'll stay and want you. If i want you then, would you want me now? Never.

I'm angry today

I'm very angry today. Its like i woke up from the most beautiful dream i ever had. Like a child that wakes up in the midnight and finds himself alone facing the dark. I hated my ever thought today. I sat in a crowd smilin and dreamin of a thought that perhaps never could have been true. The truth slapped me rude in the face. The dream was rite there staring at my face, while i starred back with a smile. It wasnt my dream but i longed to sleep again. Maybe this time.. something. But it'll never happen. The dream was never mine. It always belonged to someone else, but i only adored it like a child. I waited, i wanted and i wished.

Can it never be mine. Cant it be true? Cant it be just a moment. Was I selfish. What was I? Never wht i wanted to be. Again a shadow wanting to be a part of the night. I was angry with myself today. I was angry for being me.

More than a month since words were exchanged. It was strange, but this time I was stranger. I hadnt attempted to let anyone in my enclave. Scared was I? Nothing changed, except that perhaps, I hated the feeling.

I cried, angered every moment, and wished there was just once one everything had become normal. why was i misunderstood? why was i the loser again?
why was i wat i was today?

'Na'

It started on a Sunday, ended on the next. So beautiful so pure... I might have never been able to understand how innocence filled up the every moment of the week. Something that never started could never end.

I’m trying to explain, but something’s wrong, you don’t sound the same now. Like a promise meant to keep. I always said that I would make mistakes. I’m so much better than you guessed. I’m relieved, relaxed and I’ll get over the loss. I only wish you get out of my thoughts right now. Keep in mind; we’re under the same sky.

And ya, it’s alright, I’m okay!

To describe you the best, you still remain, cruel, sharp, free, feared & powerful.

It was a miracle...

Seeing was believing that the beastly creature could smile. He heard me talk, he heard my thoughts and yet reacted the way humans did.

And then he said he wouldn’t care. A sinner he was who married a million times, said he wouldn’t want to be trapped in ways I did. I narrated my dream but he refused.

He who speaks so well should have never spoken but in vain, I do know am not the first mistaken maiden he might have had.

Couldn’t have hated him more over what he said. Think over again and again I plead. Don’t go I said, give me a chance to prove, that maybe life could be colored in a way I could. But the warrior so gallant that he was, shrugged me off like human dust.

Said he had treaded too far to ever return.

Do u hear?

A simple 'hi' complimented with a smile, all that I seeked from the beastly human!

Alas, heretic and a rebel, with 3D armour he glances away as though I were not existing. I plead guilty for not observing the style other maidens would, but after months did I get his name.

He still doesnt talk to me, although I still wait for him to call. To me he is a million dollar baby, only if he'd give me a chance. Juz one conversation and one smile.. complimented with a glance.. too much did i ask for.

He still doesnt know who I am.. but would he then.. care to call??

I'm an escapist. Once again, in search of the wants, I'm taking off. To be with myself, to be who I always was. To face fear, to be strong. To make a decision and stand by it. To walk it again, but yet so fast.. almost run.

Life has been ruthless, not a drop of the ocean touched me so long. Not a smile I did not doubt. I never could have been older and matuared than what I feel right now.

I trusted and I still trust everything I ever did and will do. I wont regret, but I know I will fear. I will come back after I know who and how I can be. I know, I'll be fine to see and smile.

I will survive.

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