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The old faded picture in the profie- that isn't me... It is Anastasia- Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova... quite a mouthful, isn't it? Her story - the fabled Grand Duchess of the erstwhile Russia-apparently the only survivor who escaped the violent mass murder of her family in 1918 in the Bolshevic Revolution... Her daring occasionally exceeded the limits of acceptable behavior. And why her? Its her name- Anastasia: "the breaker of chains" or "the prison opener". And another meaning of her name is "RESURRECTION" Means there would never be an END

Monday, May 4, 2009

Tears


Oh Tears! I say... Yes you....
You've been with me all these years, haven't you?

You were there, rolling down my cheeks, consoling and warm
When my soul left my side, leaving me guilty and unarmed

You went through my body, like the lump in my throat
You hugged me like my blanket when the nights felt cold

You went through my breath with the melancholic sighs
You stayed embedded in me, like crystals in my eyes

Now look! How my eyes shine because of you!
Loyal you've been, and you're still seeing me through.

Tears! Will you leave ever, leaving me alone?
Walk away like my world did, and be gone?

I fear the loneliness, which is ever so close
It is taking me into its shadows, and I lose.

Alone as I get more alone, I lose my soul.
I've fought battles and won, only to lose it all.

My strengths depleted, my support is but weak
I stand alone, and friendless as these words I speak.

A foreign land weakening my will
How I fight, I don't know still!

May be it is you who still stands by me
without you, I am as lonely as I can be.....

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