Beauty of the eye.

Filling up the air,

With sparks of joy;

It’s the beauty of love

And not the beauty of your eye.

Seems to be a waste, falling in love,

But can’t really help, because it’s nothing else; but love.

Everything feels and seems to be new,

It’s the same world, but a different you.

There’s a sudden glow on your face,

It’s not just the makeup,

But love showing its grace.

Everything falls into place,

Love seems to be shining as always,

but a sudden disaster leaves everything broken,

The love is gone, the grace is stolen.

There are moments of lowness,

Where crying seems to be the only hope,

Living becomes really tough but still the love never ends.

So no point worrying because everything’s gonna mend.

Then you wake up suddenly,

With a tear in your eye.

And then you realize , it isn’t the beauty of the love,

Just the beauty of your eye.

Let me be ME

I lie on the bed staring at the fan,

Thinking of what is in store for me.

Getting a glimpse of the future,

I see people surrounding me.

Don’t know whether it just the crowd around me,

Or it is my fortune playing games.

I can’t see anything clear

Except myself burning in flames.

They say “you don’t care”, “you aren’t worth”

But forgot, a while ago, I too was a free bird.

Shouting and screaming for life,

Is what I’m left with now.

For god’s been kind enough to

Let me live now.

Some say life is about living,

Some say it’s for dying,

But I say its living after dying.

So what if I’m dead now

Living after dying is what I’m waiting for.

They’ve said what they felt was right for me

But all I have to say is that “just let me be ME”.