Monday 16 March 2009

from a distant memory, into a present time


she was as beautiful as an angel, she kept staring into my eyes like they were the only shiny things in the entire world, looking for something, seeking an untold answer for many mysteriouse questions, So i said: you look marvelous tonight, captivating... she answered: thanks, but sometimes in general we dont fit in the eyes of the world, people will recognized that we just dont belong, i could have been with any other man out there, instead i choose to be here, with a common man whom im still confused why i loved in the first place.. he lost her few moments back, her lips was moving, he knew what was coming next..he dreaded the end, he tried to see what was beneath those cold eyes, but he couldnt, he just stood there, waiting for her to declare her sentence of his remaining sanity..waiting..and waiting.. im leaving you for good.. such a beautiful angel, what happened, i care not, all i know is that i loved, i cherished the woman i love so blindly that i forgive her when she sentence me into despair for life, i walk across the desperation roads and the hills of mesiry for her happiness and safety, she was angry and upset and not thinking straight, although her words were like daggers in my heart, but i took em ,embraced them with a compassionate smile, she couldnt see my sorrow, i hid it, she was too preciouse to see my fall, she was killing me, stabbing me with the daggers in her hand in a moment of despair..i take hold of her hand..and kiss it..she stops, and a look of confusion took over her angelic face, as i was dying, i reached out for her head, kissed it..barely bieng able to breath, and wisphered to her on the sound of her sobs; my love, i want you to be safe, in this world, darkness overcome the shiny lights of your heaven, my angel.. and he fell, he closed his eyes, he didnt wanna have a second breath in this world now, the stars seem to welcome him, seem to brace his soul,a world without my angel is no world, its a marooned place, for i have fallen. i have faded, i loved..








the human mind can be a turture on one's soul, i try to see the happiest and the saddest moments of life from different prospectives, from a Philosophical, Dramatic, Logical, Relegiouse, Speritual, compassionate point of views, i always find my way back home.

Ode to u

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

she must be one lucky bitch!

Bookard said...

Anonymous: nah, she Was a lucky bitch :)

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