Echoes of the Past

I had a dream

In which

I saw myself

Standing strong.

Probably it seemed

Like a breakthrough

From everything that

Was going wrong.

I mellowed in the darkness

Gripped by nothing

but grief.

I didn't want to think about it again

'Cause all what I recall

is deceit.

Part of me wanted

to run away.

Part of me

wanted to cry.

But a part of me

Just stood there

Swallowing in the lie.

I lay in bed that night

Silently and calmly.

I didn't really want to

focus on those thoughts,

Because I knew

they would harm me.

I closed my eyes slowly

Listening to the voices

echoing in my head.

This is what I hear everyday

They repeat what

they have already said.

All these voices are

the flashes from the past.

A reminder of the ugly things

That weren't meant to last.

I got up and

drifted over to the window.

Looked outside at the rainy clouds,

Hoping for a rainbow.

All these echoes,

In the end that's what

we really have.

All that's left and gone

The emptiness,

that's what it salves.

I so hope that

someone will remember me

after I am gone.

For what I was and

where I belonged.

These echoes are what

I leave behind.

For as long as they are alive

I won't really die.

WASHED AWAY

Dont turn away.

Dont pass by.
I cant watch you leave.
Cry for me sky.

Its in too deep.
The scar has grown.
I can't believe,
All of a sudden I'm the unknown.

Now I'm alone in the dark.
My fingers bleed as I write.
I wish your eyes would find me,
For one last time on this cold night.

I can't handle the truth,
By being in love with you.
I didn't close my eyes,
Its you; who makes me do.

Look at me for a moment.
I'm gone.

LAYLA

She stood like a pale figure

Amidst the thick dense fog.

She was covered in white,

Her skin clinging

Underneath it all.

I watched her call out to me

I saw her reflection as a reverie.

I called out to her.

I reached out for her.

I almost touched her

But she fell out of my grasp

Like fine granules of sand.

I awoke to sounds of

My own heavy breathing

And realised it was just a dream.

I lay in bed thinking about her

Couldnt go back to sleep

My head, full of thoughts of her.

She felt so real

She looked so calm

Like a stretched ocean

After a thunder storm.

Sometimes i wish

She was never as adventurous as she was

Because it took her life

In the end after all.

At times i feel

I have no reason to live

When she was around

She would hate it if i cribbed.

I miss her even more

When I sense her around me

Its like a black hole

That I keep falling into deep.

The more I try to move on in life

The more I fall in love with her

harder than the last time

Giving me a reason to weep.

I miss her like

The desert misses the rain

My life's like a dry wound

Without the pain.

My love for her was

Deep as the deepest ocean

It was so much we had

Not just the emotion.

Yes the memories come to me every now and again.Thank God, they donot stay.

THE EMOTION WITHIN

I looked up for the meaning of fear on Google and it gave me a wide variety of links to pick it up from.The first option was answers.com and so I copied it.It defines fear as 'a feeling of agitation and anxiety caused by the presence or imminence of danger.' A vague explanation I would say but a definition nonetheless.

If someone asked me what fear to me personally was I would say its just another emotion,not a strong one if one had to categorise it but an emotion in the well of feelings.The depth and the quality of one's fears can be measured by the number of times one has been emotionally disturbed.


Fear was inculcated in an individual in order to derive discipline.The roots of fear have fairly been grounded within us ,deeply in our subconscience,gripping us unawares in it's snake-like fangs.Fear is different for everyone.It can be the fear of losing someone you love;fear can be the loss of a friend in an accident;fear of getting caught when you are lying;fear of failing in an exam;fear of a Dementor's kiss when starts to suck the happy thoughts out of you or just fear of the unknown.


There are fears that arise from attachment such as the fear and anxiety of not finding or being separated from someone or something we feel we need for our security or happiness.The fear comes to the surface from our own uncontrolled minds or delusions and in particular, the fears arise from the mind of self-grasping ignorance which is the root of all other delusions and thus the equivalent source of all fears.