XCENTRIC-ANGEL

What is beauty? but just skin deep. No one seems to realize this, no one seems to believe. Wars were raged, many a battles fought. For the fair skin maiden, brave hearts have sought. What about the unseen beauty, that hides under a pale face. Of the intelligent spark, in ordinary black eyes? What that of which is needed for a happy life, that which is not seen by plain sight? What of those hearts who truly love? Are those to be left behind just to rot? I see no sense in a love like this, a love which reigns on beauty seen. A love that cannot go beyond a point, is this what love seeks and hopes to find? Beauty is not on one's face, body or right but within their heart, mind and might. This simple truth goes unseen by us we look at the skin and lose our heart thus. Is it worth a thousand lives? Is it worth a million lies? Is beauty of the face worthier than the heart? or did someone leave out that part? Anger, rage bring tears to my eyes what people see in physical beauty I just cann...

All was well in my mind. It was a beautiful day. Warm sun, cool breeze. You can almost feel winter setting in. I opened my eyes to look at the window opposite my bed. I stared at the pigeons perched on a iron railing on my neighbour's terrace. The sky was cloudy and I felt good. After a few minutes of solitude, I turn to pick up my phone from the bedside table. I was surprised to see that my phone screen was blinking and said 22 unread messages. I was wondering who would send me so many messages? Did mom message? Was there an emergency? No they were messages from my new friend, Devika. I was surprised. Hi. how are you? I am glad we are friends now. It feels so nice talking to you. Do you think I should go to office today? I dont feel so well. Would you like to come down for coffee? Why are you not replying? Are you sleeping still? Dont you have to go to work? Get up So on and so forth. First I thought it was sweet. But then by the time I got to the 20th message I was annoyed. I...

Have you ever wondered as you walk through life, thinking who would even look at me, or who would even care, that there is some one who is always watching you? No, I am not talking about God. Do you some times feel a chill down your spine, when you are perhaps walking towards your apartment? Has your heart skipped a beat because you feel that you just saw someone by your window? Eerie isn't it? This is a story of a very normal person. A person who would have perhaps not even been noticed for she looked too 'normal'. As I recite this story please bare in mind, this story has no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and is purely fictitious. It was poruing one Friday evening, as I rushed back from a long day at work. My body was giving up on me. Yet I stood there patiently at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the lift to descend. People who stay in my apartment block have this overwhelming feeling of If I didn't go in the lift why should I close it when I hear the bel...

This is a story of two lovers, staying away, world's apart Their love knows no boundaries, their feelings fly to each other like a lark. Fair maiden, she awaits her fate, strains her ear to hear her lover's call Her lover does arrive at her gate one day, Alas! Yet there is a puzzle he has to solve. Mountains he climbed, Rivers he swam, all this he did, just to take the fair maiden's hand. Yet the doors were bewitched, theyheld a secret. they asked him to drape them in a fabric that has not been stitched. The lover goes far, the lover goes wide, to search for this fabric, with which he can get his bride. Little did he know that the fabric was gaurded by a fire breathing dragon, at the foot of a mountain? He fought bravely, he fought with his might, he fought through the day, and into the night. At last the dragon was slayed all the pain, he had braved. The lover took the fabric at once, and made his journey back to where the fair maiden lay. The gates looked down upon him, ...

I am hurt I have been ripped apart But why should I be sad why should I feel for someone who didnt bother about me? I have tried to stay calm, I am tried to wade through the storm My heart aches once again for something that cannot be mine. I have lost in this game before I have hurt like this before Should I get used to it? Or is love just testing me? Havent I given it my all? havent I promised to catch you if you fall? Then why should I be the one to suffer the loss When all I did was let you be the boss? Yet my heart aches wants to re-live those days when we were so in love when nothing mattered but us. The laughter we shared the scerets too Holding hands under the twilight sun. I am hurt now and so are you My heart aches But there is nothing I can do.

Time is not a valuable thing, it is what destroys life as we know it. We think time is slipping away, we are always in a hurry. But what we don't realize is there is nothing like TIME. Just moments in our life that makes it worthwhile. Think about it, think about the first time when you fell in love. Did you note the time? The hour maybe? No. But you remember the moment in Time. Not the day, the hour or the minute. But the moment when your hear beat faster, when your lips quivered with the excitement of the first kiss. Time makes us believe we are getting older and that in due 'time' we are going to die. We are not going to die! That is nonsense. Death is not certain. We believe in it so much that it becomes certain. We can choose to live. We can choose to remain young forever. I believe that when we stop believing in how old we are or how many years have gone by or how much time is lost, we can actually live forever. You may think I am a fool to say things like this. But i...

Look into my eyes, will I live to be a 100, 300 or will I just let the years go by? Look into my eyes and you'll see the wisdom of all those years gone by. The sparkle and shine, will they fade or will they remain by my side? Life is cruel, yet it leaves on my lips a smile. Will I continue to live or should I just die? No, death is not what is certain, but is life? Yes, comes the answer from deep within my eyes. My soul knows a secret, yet my eyes cannot decide. I want to live forever, but I see life pass me by. I hold on to Time, like an insect on grime, yet knowing I will live till I am 1005. Look into my eyes, they will tell you no lies. Is it possible? you may wonder, do I have the strength to survive? Truth is I will, and why wont I? Look into my eyes, to see the eons that have gone by. The hate and suffering too will one day surely die. Will I survive for ever? Yes, my soul will go on, and my body too. Look into my eyes, they will tell you no lies.