New Year Calls

A year-end prolongs

As if like an art of truths

In the middle of my other attitude-

A faked mood

Portrays some new images

Using my brush and colors.

My eyes were filled with tears

Though they hit, so slowly

In enlarged widths,

And those old memories;

A mirror image of my ugly truths.

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Myself- a reality by birth

However, a stranger by death

Encircled with a wreath,

And the decisions, yet to be understood,

Undone.

Certainly, after a few minutes,

Or moments later,

Or in the next year,

My life cycle might change, but I dare,

How could I sacrifice myself

For an unending self?

PS: My final update during the year of 2013 which has given me a lot of good as well as bad memories! May the glory of this new year brings happiness and peace all around the world. Have a safe and wonderful journey ahead, Blogging blooms. Yo yo, 2014!! 🙂 🙂

Image Credits: Google

She is mine


I pampered her all through the paths in my world.

Not with an unruffled objective,

But for the notary rights,

Semantic interests,

Explicit belief,

Harmonious wishes,

And ‘something‘ she owns in me.

I don’t know what it is,

Or why didn’t I ask her about it yet.

When she comes nearer to me,

A doubtless incarnation will spell around me.

She knows,

I’m ‘everything‘ for her.

But still, I don’t know,

Why she is more than ‘anything‘ for me.

When she kisses me,

I can’t keep my adrenaline rush to control the normal human desire,

Perhaps, they are just emotions;

Can be controlled or not?

I wish,

Nope, I could control it.

If I can’t,

What’s the difference between me and a rapist for her?