Who's praying?

Wishes in the air, passing me by,

I can hear them cry, i can hear them laugh a while,

A token of love, my knees surrender to the ground,

It's a new feeling of submission unknown.

For there are weak hearts praying far away,

For there are strong souls treading the way,

A whirl of words spinning in my head,

Letting tears roll down, the pain unsaid.

Bruised knees, healed heart,

Clairvoyance as a crystal ball,

The smell of flowers nearby,

Invokes the greatness from small.

Wishes in the air, now fades out,

I can't hear them cry, I can't hear them shout,

A token of peace, my feet remains rooted,

It's a seed of faith i just planted.

The Undoing

Standing at the departures among a crowd at the airport, she held onto her handkerchief, covering her face, hiding her tears, concealing her love. He whispered that it was time for him to go back, go away, go... It seemed like it was just yesterday he had held her in his arms and said he would be there for her till the end. He had it all figured out from the beginning but didn’t have the heart to say it to her. She cried thinking about it, thinking how she planned to change his mind though she knew he won’t stay here for long. But reality was standing there, waiting to take off. He kissed her hands and tussled her hair, conveying that he wanted to part as friends. He felt it was better to walk away in silence because his words won’t be of any use at that moment, they won’t be answers to anything then.She closed her eyes for those minutes of self-destruction, as if it would help the feeling disappear from sight and her mind. When she opened them, he was gone. No point in waiting, no point in telling herself she can change the moment for the better. She had to accept that reality can sometimes break you into pieces that can never be glued again. It can rip you apart and ridicule the situation too. Changing her mind was all that she could do. Changing her heart, well... it will have to mend itself.

"Ouch!"

HURT! The word by itself leaves a scar on our lips.. imagine this word being put to use! i know that this world is not made of dreams that come true, faith that works fast, love that never dies!! But i still hate to think that i am right! Well, hurt, hurting and being hurt are all the same. It inflicts pain on one who gives it in and the one who gets it. As youngsters, the only hurt we can relate to is 'LOVE HURTS'! Love does hurt, i agree, it hurts more than a physical blow from the strongest guy in your college! it hurts more than a high fall from a tallest place, more than DEATH! why? ..i hav no idea, but it sure does some good to us. we learn a lot, we discover emotions that was locked for long!we know who we are and how to cope with the reality of being hurt mentally!!! But the truth is, Life is full of this **** .. we cant escape the pain, we need to take in the hurt and analyse the truth we get from the pain! I know i sound a bit lame, but you will soon understand what i mean. We all know hurt is all around us, we know we will be hurt sooner or later, but what we can do is, we can decide which hurt is worth takin in and analyzing!Think about it, after all, my words would have rung a thousand bells in your head by now!