The Princess and the Pauper

Once upon a time,

In the center of all lands,

There lived a princess,

In the castle of golden sands.

All through the years,

She waited for her prince to come,

Who promised her hopes and dreams,

After he’s back, in a year or some.

And there was a pauper,

Oh, such a commoner he was!

Nobody ever heard of him,

Nobody cared what he does!

But one day, the commoner,

Saw the princess, in her floral white gown,

And he kept wondering all along,

Did a fairy from heaven suddenly come down?

And one certain evening,

When the sky was all dark,

The princess in her disguise, got lost,

In the narrow roads, where demons lurk.

Scared was the princess,

She cried out for help,

But she couldn’t find anyone,

All she saw there was herself!

But, amidst the dark corridors,

Suddenly, from somewhere,

Jumped along the pauper,

And told her “I am here”.

The princess was afraid,

Who to trust and whom to not,

But still the pauper tried to protect,

With the tiny knife he had got!

A violent battle then followed,

Under the pitch black sky,

The princess was trembling in fright,

She knew, someone was going to die!

At last the commoner won the war,

Yet he was severely hurt,

But in the end he managed,

Was to win the princess’s heart.

A new friendship began,

The princess and the commoner,

But rest of the people knew,

This had to break, sometime sooner!

They were happy with each other,

Day after day,

But one fine morning he heard,

The prince is coming—He is on his way!

Along ran the pauper,

To meet the princess at once,

To tell her how he needed her,

Just like a thousand splendid suns!

But he reached the castle,

Saw the princess in delight,

His hopes, suddenly blew away,

Hopes, which were once burning bright!

And the princess hugged him,

Cause she was waiting for that day,

Her prince was coming back,

All the wait was about to pay!

With smiles, the pauper,

Kissed the princess on her cheeks,

Leaned and whispered in her ears

“I am still there for you, all days and weeks!”

We don’t know the end,

It changes from time to time,

Who knows, someday you may,

Complete this unfinished rhyme!

Melody

Who are you, girl?
Burning and tormenting me,
In your bizarre passion,
Some touches of psychedelic lust.
I crave for the drug.
Amidst the smile,
Amidst the serene beauty,
Purely mystifying.
Who are you, girl?
The slow jingle of calmness,
Who is humming the lullaby now?
Let the dark void,
Quench my immortal thirst.
My body shudders,
Quietly.
Who are you, girl?

Some memories of obnoxious feelings,

Being ripped off,mercilessly.

Amidst the smell of cold damp air,

In the winds of sterile innocence,

Who are you,girl?

Appetite for Destruction

The silent raindrops on the glass.

Its your eyes,that sparkles!

Diamonds!

Can i look at them,

For once and for all?

There's the blue moon,outside,

But it's raining still.

Look for the patterns!

They will guide you through,

Follow the patterns!

It's not some promises,

It's not some wishes,

I cry for!

But what about the chocolate thing we planned?

And it flowed along the gutter.

Infected blood with love,

Cure the incurable disease!

Don't go away,

Leaving me dying!

Perhaps,you should,

Take me to an asylum.

Closed in the 4 walled room,

At least,I,

Will have you!

The passenger pigeon,

That I sent to you,

Still cant find its way back home.

perhaps,its dead!

Old love poems giggle!

Its never been this funny!

Sometimes,

Lying on the old couch,

I laugh too!

Useless journals treasure my untold stories!

I wonder,

How useless they are.

Suddenly,

The wind came,

And tried to steal your memories away.

The restraint within me,

Whispered the need!

Fight,fight,fight!

Fight,fight,fight!

And i am fighting,

ever since.

Who?

Twisted fate.

A twisted you,

And a twisted me.

Twisted hopes.

Twisted lives,twisted again.

Twisted touches under my skin.

Love your twisted lips.

Twisted dreams,

Twisted along the twisted gutter.

Some twisted desires,

Twisted by twisted souls.

In the midst of this twisted world,

Who is twisted?

But,

In the end,we suffer,

A twisted you,a twisted me.

Those Tunes Still Sound Like You

The Days are bright

The Nights are long

The Birds are in their place

They Always sing their song,

The Air around me hugs me tight

It Won't let go of me,

So It starts out a fight!

Your Memory flutters

Like The early morning bird

Will You prefer a kiss,

Or Just a miss you card?

Them....

It’s just today I attended a marriage ceremony of a distant relative. I know a very few people and got quite bored! Ma was busy chatting with some of them I didn’t know and dad wasn’t there too! So all I did was sit and get bored!

And along came a couple! Well both the woman and the man looked quite young and attractive. I was quite impressed by the attractive smile they had. I would call it feerless.later I got to know they were both mute. They met while working in a typing company and fell in love. I was quite astonished, amazed.

I looked at them for a while. They were sitting together at a corner. Sometimes few relatives came up to them and talked in signs but otherwise they kept to themselves. I loved the way they communicated with each other. One of them just looked into other’s eyes and smiled-and that’s enough for the other to understand. It’s their own language they are speaking, their own language of love.

I do believe love comes in numerous ways and forms, but I never had the fortune of watching such a miracle. Who said love can’t move the world? Who said its all money? I don’t believe it, now. Love can move mountains, love can build bridges, love can do anything.

It’s just the smile. There was an assurance. An assurance of togetherness. I wondered how they expressed their feelings to each other for the first time. Was that the smile? The same smile I noticed today?

How do they express their desires, their feelings, their needs, their sorrow, their wish, their promises? Is it just the smile?

I would remember Ronan Keating sing:

“The smile on your face,

Makes me know that you need me,

There’s a truth in your eyes,

Saying you will never leave me,

The touch of your hand,

Says you’ll catch me,

Whenever I fall,

You say it best,

When you say nothing at all...”

Someone said to me, it’s just what I say, matters a lot. And I loved her more, when we used to walk along the road, silent.I remember feeling her beside me, smelling her perfume, hearing her bangles cling with each other, seeing her beautiful locks. And I do believe, those times were wonderful.

P.S.And to her…I will love you till the end...

With the Garfield Comics in her Hand...

The sweet smile,
Sparkled in her lips.
Marvelously, she walked away.
With the Garfield comics in her hand.

Beautiful, she was.
As I looked at her, for those five minutes.
I wonder, where she is now?
I wonder, what she is she doing?

I wonder,
If she is smiling, even now.

Those few minutes,
Lasted for a lifetime.
That everlasting smile,
Lasted forever.

I wonder, what is her name?
I wonder, why she smiled?

I wonder,
If she is really so much happy.

I kept on wondering,
About the assuring smile in her lips,
And how gleefully she walked,
With the Garfield comics in her hand.