A demon loved an angel
To the limit of insanity
They are not for each other
This much he knew for sure
He knew she will walk away
The moment he shows himself
So he donned a mask
Conned her into loving him.
But what could he do to himself
Soon the mask started to peel
The angel left him
When the mask fell of his face.
First she was angry and bitter
Then he realized his helplessness
His heart was forcing him
To hound her to force her to him.
The demon got furious
Believed her a traitor
He called her names, taunted her
She asked him to change himself
He refused said her love was fake
tried to make her jealous, bitter
hit her from every angle, corner
she reminded him she was an angel.
To have an angel in his arms
He will have to be one
A simple truth that can’t be undone
Oil and water can’t mingle
Black and white can’t embrace
To mingle with each other
They have to be same
Or sacrifice himself in absolute sense.
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Showing posts with label lost love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost love. Show all posts
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
What is pain?
To love a thing with all heart
And to be refused
Or to be abused
Or being misused.
To yearn for a touch
With all your being
To be pushed away
Or prevented, stopped.
To love someone
And fail to say it
And that special one
Leaves for shadowland.
To be hurt by a stranger
Abused by a lover
Betrayed by a friend
Hurt by destiny or fate.
It hovers around us
Trying to make a nest
Don’t give it a twig
For anyone or yourself.
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/05/25/pain/
sharmishtha basu
And to be refused
Or to be abused
Or being misused.
To yearn for a touch
With all your being
To be pushed away
Or prevented, stopped.
To love someone
And fail to say it
And that special one
Leaves for shadowland.
To be hurt by a stranger
Abused by a lover
Betrayed by a friend
Hurt by destiny or fate.
It hovers around us
Trying to make a nest
Don’t give it a twig
For anyone or yourself.
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/05/25/pain/
sharmishtha basu
Friday, June 11, 2010
She turned and walked away
She begged for his love
He taunted and mocked
She kneeled down to please
He laughed on her face.
He thought she will always
Be following him like slave
For he knew how to tame her
For he knew how to keep her.
Then came the day
Something snapped inside her
She just got up and walked away
Without a single glance backward.
He waited first haughtily
Then he begged and cried
Searched her all over the town
But she has passed away like time.
He taunted and mocked
She kneeled down to please
He laughed on her face.
He thought she will always
Be following him like slave
For he knew how to tame her
For he knew how to keep her.
Then came the day
Something snapped inside her
She just got up and walked away
Without a single glance backward.
He waited first haughtily
Then he begged and cried
Searched her all over the town
But she has passed away like time.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Flower in glass house

A delicate flower bloomed
In the covers of glass house
Spreading her beauty and charm
Filling up it with her grace
Her fragrance filled it up
She was the gardener’s pride
Pampered to no end.
He was a lonely butterfly
His wings painted with rainbow
His heart full of love
he loved her in stealth
could never tell her so
He used to flitter around
Her glass made abode.
His yearning eyes soaked up
Her beauty from afar
His wings brushed the glass
So many times
Praying it will let him through
She never even noted him
His love swelled up in his heart.
Then one day a cruel hand
Picked her up before her time.
No one heard her last sigh
No one saw the tears
That fell from the eyes
Of the lonelier butterfly
As his wings fluttered in vain.
Monday, May 17, 2010
A naughty fairytale
In the land of endless sunshine
Lived a lovely princess
She was like a blooming flower
Spreading around her fragrance.
She fell in love with a charming prince
The prince loved her true
But the doomed lovers did not knew
A demon loved her too.
He killed the prince by trickery
Took his form and wooed her
But he knew once they are wed
He will have to show himself to her.
So he took his own form
And took her to his family
She got frightened to death
When she saw their tentacles and teeth.
She ran away from the scene
The demon became mean
He married another demon
But could not forget the princess.
He hated her, cursed her, mocked her
Sometimes using the form of the prince
He used to make her confide in him and thereafter
Once back in his own skin, he used to mock her.
Slowly the princess realized
The man she has loved is lost
A demon has taken over his form
And is trying to hurt her.
She did not said a word
Joined him in his game
Feigning trust on him
She made him the game.
Lived a lovely princess
She was like a blooming flower
Spreading around her fragrance.
She fell in love with a charming prince
The prince loved her true
But the doomed lovers did not knew
A demon loved her too.
He killed the prince by trickery
Took his form and wooed her
But he knew once they are wed
He will have to show himself to her.
So he took his own form
And took her to his family
She got frightened to death
When she saw their tentacles and teeth.
She ran away from the scene
The demon became mean
He married another demon
But could not forget the princess.
He hated her, cursed her, mocked her
Sometimes using the form of the prince
He used to make her confide in him and thereafter
Once back in his own skin, he used to mock her.
Slowly the princess realized
The man she has loved is lost
A demon has taken over his form
And is trying to hurt her.
She did not said a word
Joined him in his game
Feigning trust on him
She made him the game.
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Little mermaid

A beautiful princess born in ocean
Her dazzling palace was under the sea
Brought up playing with schools of fishes
Colours as dazzling as blooming flowers.
With youth dawning on her spirit
Her spirit started to soar
She used to break free of the depth
And swim to the nearest shore.
She saved someone and fell in love
They had nothing common among them
Yet she lost her heart and soul to him
She won his company but not love.
Soon the prince got tired of her
And started to look for others
Her innocent heart was shattered
She wanted to be back with her sisters.
But when she left the ocean
She had to make a pledge, a vow
She will never be allowed back
The journey was meant to be one way.
She sat on the shores, her salted tears
Mingling with salty water of ocean
Then one night when the moon was shining
She noted that she was changing form.
She became what she was
Before she met her prince
Surprised she saw a mermaid prince
Waiting for her in ocean/
A soft smile on his face told her all,
“I loved you but I did not stopped you,
You sacrificed in love your every thing,
My love has won back that sacrifice.”
He held her arms as they swam side by side
Under the glistening moon, in the sparkling sea
They swam across the islands and places
To reach her kingdom where her family waited.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
A naughty fairytale
In the land of endless sunshine
Lived a lovely princess
She was like a blooming flower
Spreading around her fragrance.
She fell in love with a charming prince
The prince loved her true
But the doomed lovers did not knew
A demon loved her too.
He killed the prince by trickery
Took his form and wooed her
But he knew once they are wed
He will have to show himself to her.
So he took his own form
And took her to his family
She got frightened to death
When she saw their tentacles and teeth.
She ran away from the scene
The demon became mean
He married another demon
But could not forget the princess.
He hated her, cursed her, mocked her
Sometimes using the form of the prince
He used to make her confide in him and thereafter
Once back in his own skin, he used to mock her.
Slowly the princess realized
The man she has loved is lost
A demon has taken over his form
And is trying to hurt her.
She did not said a word
Joined him in his game
Feigning trust on him
She made him the game.
Lived a lovely princess
She was like a blooming flower
Spreading around her fragrance.
She fell in love with a charming prince
The prince loved her true
But the doomed lovers did not knew
A demon loved her too.
He killed the prince by trickery
Took his form and wooed her
But he knew once they are wed
He will have to show himself to her.
So he took his own form
And took her to his family
She got frightened to death
When she saw their tentacles and teeth.
She ran away from the scene
The demon became mean
He married another demon
But could not forget the princess.
He hated her, cursed her, mocked her
Sometimes using the form of the prince
He used to make her confide in him and thereafter
Once back in his own skin, he used to mock her.
Slowly the princess realized
The man she has loved is lost
A demon has taken over his form
And is trying to hurt her.
She did not said a word
Joined him in his game
Feigning trust on him
She made him the game.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
chasing butterflies

When that person called you up
at odd times with desire to speak,
you were busy then having fun
with persons you admired,
with those who filled your days
with fun and laughter,
make your hours shrink
into enchanting seconds…..
That one call used to bring a break,
little lull in those ecstatic moments.
You some times pick up the phone
and gave some polite excuse to him.
Some times you just used to let it ring
and later give him some half hearted alibi..
Then one day your butterflies
flew away to other pastures,
Leaving behind only shadows of
sweet memories and empty hours,
you turned around to search
for that person who has pestered…
All you could see was a shadow
disappearing in distant horizon,
Love came, knocked your door,
waited for you and departed rejected,
When you were busy chasing butterflies
the flower of your life withered
at odd times with desire to speak,
you were busy then having fun
with persons you admired,
with those who filled your days
with fun and laughter,
make your hours shrink
into enchanting seconds…..
That one call used to bring a break,
little lull in those ecstatic moments.
You some times pick up the phone
and gave some polite excuse to him.
Some times you just used to let it ring
and later give him some half hearted alibi..
Then one day your butterflies
flew away to other pastures,
Leaving behind only shadows of
sweet memories and empty hours,
you turned around to search
for that person who has pestered…
All you could see was a shadow
disappearing in distant horizon,
Love came, knocked your door,
waited for you and departed rejected,
When you were busy chasing butterflies
the flower of your life withered
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Chasing butterflies
When that person called you up
at odd times with desire to speak,
you were busy then having fun
with persons you admired,
with those who filled your days
with fun and laughter,
make your hours shrink
into enchanting seconds…..
That one call used to bring a break,
little lull in those ecstatic moments.
You some times pick up the phone
and gave some polite excuse to him.
Some times you just used to let it ring
and later give him some half hearted alibi..
Then one day your butterflies
flew away to other pastures,
Leaving behind only shadows of
sweet memories and empty hours,
you turned around to search
for that person who has pestered…
All you could see was a shadow
disappearing in distant horizon,
Love came, knocked your door,
waited for you and departed rejected,
When you were busy chasing butterflies
the flower of your life withered
at odd times with desire to speak,
you were busy then having fun
with persons you admired,
with those who filled your days
with fun and laughter,
make your hours shrink
into enchanting seconds…..
That one call used to bring a break,
little lull in those ecstatic moments.
You some times pick up the phone
and gave some polite excuse to him.
Some times you just used to let it ring
and later give him some half hearted alibi..
Then one day your butterflies
flew away to other pastures,
Leaving behind only shadows of
sweet memories and empty hours,
you turned around to search
for that person who has pestered…
All you could see was a shadow
disappearing in distant horizon,
Love came, knocked your door,
waited for you and departed rejected,
When you were busy chasing butterflies
the flower of your life withered
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