A Melodramatic Phase

You try to cherish every beat of the heart,

Every breath of the lungs,

When you're ecstatic

No sense bothers your mind,

No cold stones to grind,

Everything is charismatic

You ride oceans and seas,

Automatic,

Thus, you're symptomatic

No drug leaves you unhealed,

No wound left to bleed,

This so, like, melodramatic!

As the phase recedes,

So will the faith with fate,

We shall stand-up and relieve the pain

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Colors

Some things are green Some are blue Then there are those Violet and crimson too! Colors make our lives sane Colors make thoughts rain Colors exist never in vain Whether you wear a crown or are insane Health can be pink Mind can be blue Death is purple Black protests the undesirable Gray's an emotion mighty true Gold is the heart of someone you knew White is peace. Red is love. Colors are life. Don't you think so too?

I am Back!

After a dry spell and major writer’s block, I have decided to revamp my blog a bit. Nothing interests me more than watching movies and commenting on how wonderful or disappointing they were. Not that I am an expert from the film industry or a film reviewer by profession. But I am a viewer, with a potentially liberal opinion. So, I will try to be as considerate yet firm as possible in my reviews. Do not worry, as I will try to post other stuff as well—writings, poems, and such. In short, my kind readers, I am back with a possible bang. I will try to be regular, I promise.

Broken hearts, tethered souls

Broken hearts, tethered souls Never undone, never old Fighting the tears back I need you here Going around in circles Faltering evermore I had a dream of never falling apart Of ever loving you, forever, so far Of beating around the bush, for that yes But soon found out, you were just like the rest The rest in my life Who left me high and dry I thought you might be it But now I think, was it even worth a try You have someone with you now Someone who got to you first Before I came around It’s obvious I think that he is the lucky one He has the heart I needed He has the soul I like the most He has the one I will remember For which I have strived the most Losing my sleep, in those dreams I want to die a handsome rose With no one around to love me like that It’s a wasted life to live, I suppose?

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