I. Took Away My Innocence.

There is sorrow in my heart,
But a smile playing on my lips.
There are unshed tears in my eyes,
But no one to take notice of.
As I pass my fellow peers,
I keep my head low;
Not wanting them to see what they saw.
Not wanting to see the sympathy they show;
When on the inside they are enjoying the show.
The show I call my life.
Walking with my head hung low was somehow;
The best thing I did,
I now know.
I bumped into someone,
whom I’ve known,
Known my whole life.
But never knew I’d find a friend and not a foe.
I looked up whilst cursing under my breath,
Ready to take the blow.
Blow of sympathy and disgust,
But instead came a smile my way.
I looked around the hallway and saw,
My peers smiling,
Smiling down at me;
Some sad,
Some small but all genuine.
The person whom I bumped into,
Who changed my life is known as,
My best friend,
The only family that’s left for me;
After the people I used to call my own,
Took away my innocence.

III. Illusion of the Twins.

Blue with specks of green eyes,
Skin tanned from the burning sun.
But touch colder than the ice.

Pink, slim lips;
Always set in a thin line.
Smile ever so rare on your face.

Then again there is you.

Blue with specks of green eyes,
Skin tanned from the burning sun.
Touch so warm and welcoming.

Pink, slim lips;
Always stretched in a smile.
That warms hearts at just the mere sight.

How can you be so cold at times,
Yet so warm & affectionate the next?

Is it you with two sides?
Or
Is it me with my crazy mind?

Oh! I know it’s you & your twin
Playing games with just a grin and a grim.

Is it the illusion of the twins?
Or
Is it the delusion of my mind?

Clouds are Pretty Things.

Blue Hues

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

– Rabindranath Tagore.

Evening Pinks.

The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what’s happening up there.”

– K. D. Lang.

Fluffy Clouds.

“The clouds, – the only birds that never sleep.”

– Victor Hugo.

II. A Box Full of Love & Memories.

Hey look! It’s a box.
I wonder what’s inside it,
What’s made it so full and heavy.

I really want to open it
But what if it’s something bad.
Something personal that’s best left untouched.

The box is a beautiful one.
A simple black with pretty designs,
Beautiful in the dim moonlight,
With colours ever so bright.

At last I let my curiosity win
&
Open the box carefully.
But what I see inside renders me speechless
And with tears in my eyes.

Inside the beautiful box are memories,
Through different times with different people of different people.

The memories in the box are precious because they contain love.
That even the whole world’s gold can not compare to.

The box sure is beautiful
But the memories and love inside is mesmerising.

Oh look, I found a box.
A box full of love & memories.

The World in Pretty Black and Whites.

Go with The Flow.

“What I love about Black & White photographs is that they’re more like reading the book than seeing the movie”

– Jennifer Price.

Its ‘The Smile’.

“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!”

― Ted Grant.

Abandoned – A Symbol.

“Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.”

– Eliott Erwitt .