E"art"hy - everything positive

Many injuries are gone unseen Many injuries are unhealed What remains is the scar The injury might heal with time' The once which could be seen - At times the seen scars gains sympathy too The unseen ones suffer alone No sound made- no empathy gained No one to heal no one to feel It carries itself all alone All by itself- all by its own. One day it cries all by its own Second day it fights the world with a smile Third day it dries dries and dries But that mark that mark of remembrance- remains Each time you see- you relive the incident of the scar.. I wish the scars the unseen scars could be healed too I wish someone would take some time Some time to see the unseen injuries Sometime to feel and care for the scar The fact is these are unseen injuries- - so no one cares - so no bothers Let it go- you take care of yourself No one is bothered of your soul your unseen injuries What it matters is you are there for them.... they have atleast you.. Whereas

Trusting you more then I trust myself... Caring for you more then I care for myself or anyone Defending you even when I know things were not defensible Stumbled with you for every step- I wasn't aware of  what and why were those steps taken-still stood by Someone said it correctly - The one you love the most-hurts you the most While I scribble this -I know its vice versa If and while I crib about me being hurt I know I had been the reason of ur sadness Is this what the soul of love is Is this where we still hold on to faith- That the storm will pass- and we will still stand as one Trust faith care and standing by you Churning them together what did we get? Somewhere we started as strangers- Are we again reversing back the journey- To stay together as strangers forever and ever Does this suffices love- A few moment of laughter a few clicked good moments The rest is a phase where we struggle to understand Understand ourselves- our motives - our needs. It is sen

Writing it down..Erasing it Speaking it aloud With a fit realising was that required Sometimes the most known faces- Becomes the most unknown people At times the most understanding fact Turns to be the most not realised feeling Nothing and noone knows it better then the inner self For me its unexplainable No tears can wipe it off No smile can hide it better No trust can build it stronger No relation would carry it further It started with a small flickering trigger somewhere in my mind It will end in the small corner of my hear with changing something bigger Trademark- following the heart But I know the fact that it leads no where As it dreams of rationally impossible facts Sitting in a cosy corner of a room with me and my world at times would answer all that I feel While behaving just like one crazy of a creature defines me the best Variety thats me - I guess Solitude versus company Company  versus Honesty versus Faith All these virtual words are so self contr

A dwindling mind - Thousand questions with thousand and one probable answers, Although they have no motives or purpose Scribbled thoughts, unfinished conversation Unwanted confessions that too a stranger It was as easy as ................ She stood strong - with all wrapped feelings She studied the behaviour She observed the smoke in the room Yet a secured sense thrived her mind She spoke like a celebrated champagne just opened The listener was all but patient Although she believed all...... yet she questioned all Tried to scrutinise minute details stranger strange to all remained himself Stripping all the doubts and fears All she did was accepted it to be this way The dwindling mind is still dwindling.. Yes now with some more thousand questions This time this questions had motives and purposes to serve She felt light and younger with burden of a purpose called love She felt to turn the earth round - just to make it picture perfect She was the thirst quenched in

Heart filled with dreams Mind boggling down with questions and uncertainities Unaware of the gust of wind when I set loose Will it help me soar high or will rock me down I just hope I have my strings behind me To be pulled before I vanish into the uncertainitis, I wont say I dont fear to be wrong But I dare to dream I dare to dream it big I donot know or understand priorities may be All I know that I need to fly- fly high Hope to get the strength beneath my wings To all the questions and inhibitions in my mind- Dont threaten me please I might change in the entire process- But I will return back to my den I would remain the same I am I might take some time- but I will The woods are dense and thick I need that potion of hope to move on The crowd ahead is full of deadly smiles The mob snatched away all my priceless belongings Ripped off all that I had- Here I stand on my own created cliff of a mixed me Opening my arms- trying the free fall Either I will start

Motivating oneself to be strong is not an easy task Specially while you stand in a crowd- so not u Either its the crowd or its U By the human nature we have - we gladly give it to the crowd  Why cant we just look at our inner self  and accept all that we are Almost everyone close to me- advised me to learn to accept myself The question is- is it accepting me Or it is accepting the fact i cant be wrong that makes life easier I find myself at the toughest point in life-  Cause- I try to justify the mistake rather then me I was never the I caring person I am always the bookish child who believes Some one is watching U. The more I gave it to the situation and to the ally I am with The more I feel like being betrayed to the core.. I conclude this to be the karmic truth-  That what we give is that we get Well I m yet to get - that what I gave away. Happy faces- Caring questions Many suggestion and thousand conclusion  Is the wall of the world I liv

Moving amidst the crowded street Laughing aloud in the gang of my closest buddies Somewhere my heart misses the link from where I am Somewhere my my mind starts a deep search of 'U" the unknown Sometimes its like sitting idle and running and rocket within A rocket with loads of questions A rocket filled with all passion and emotion A rocket of sadness and monotonous failures A rocket with a base of uncertainty Looking back is was and never an option I still do look back- for again the pain I caused all that pain to myself I am the bearer and I am the creator I found a New me in creating my emotions in paper At times i go out of words and out of creations A real painful crisis- that when the rocket of emotions plunges in Questions of uncertainty blur my vision of thoughts Do I take a pause and look for something more meaningful How do differentiate of something or someone meaningful or worthless Sometimes the most unworthy seems to