One Stop Destination

I never knew I'd meet you, And that you'd look beyond my scars, Though we aren't meant to be, Time with you my happiest hours. Its been ages since I've felt this way, You touched corners I never knew, We are in two different worlds, Yet I am glad my world is you. Happy that I met you, We did meet for a reason, You are my earth I am your sky, Our paradise, our horizon. You've given me million reasons, To laugh, blush and smile, I've never felt this happy, You've made my life worthwhile. I could go on writing, Oh! So many things to say, You're etched in my soul, I'm glad we met this way. Its not easy to be us, You are wind and I am fire, But the feelings we have inside, Will cater for every desire. No matter where life takes us, Roads keeping us apart, Though separated by distance, Always connected at heart. Love can fade, hearts can break, But we are shore and the sea, Tog

You are loved by a writer my love, You will remain alive for eons to come, in the hearts of lovers. You will be a beacon for those who wander in search of a muse, a symbol, that love is eternal. And till there is you, there is love, And a hope that for every ending, there is always a new beginning.

There are days when I want to rave and rant, cry till my eyes turn puffy. Today is one of them. 'Turn to your friends,' my mind says. 'I can't,' I reply. Its not that I dont trust them. Oh, yes I do. I trust them with my life. Yet, a part of me wants to do it alone. With nobody asking questions and me not wanting to reply. I don't want to answer. In fact, I have no answers. And then...I hear a familiar sound. 'Pitter patter, pitter patter,' it goes. Sounds like the nursery rhyme I had learnt in my childhood. Smiling to myself I run to open the door and step out. 'Finally,' I mused to myself. Standing there getting drenched, my tears run down my cheeks. All my pent up emotions finding an outlet in the open. No judgements, no bias. Only me, my pain and raw emotions. Who says that only humans can be friends? I found one...RAIN. P.S: The illustration is by an amazing artist called Pascal Campion and this

I know a child, Who with vacant eyes, Sat looking at the door, Awaiting a man, To execute a plan, Her 'partner in crime' for sure. She kept staring, Grumbling and glaring, To hear the sound of her gate, But what came next, Was not the best, And her father was never late. He did return, But in an urn, Remains of a black coffin box, He gave his life, A supreme sacrifice, It was that family's loss. I know another child, Both strong and wild, A girl who never lied, A cheerful kid, Doing mother's bid But with this pain inside. When she was born, Her family was torn, She never saw her dad, She only knew, Her father through, The stories others had. She yearned to know, What he was, so, She decided to be like him, To grow up strong, Righting the wrong, A warrior gentle and grim. I know a wife, Who all her life, Has an aching pain, Who starts from scratch, With 'this' and 'that', Learning to live again. She plays her p