Love….!!!

A fatal mental disease,

A curse unbound,

A fairytale of pain,

An ultimate tragedy,

And yet,

The most beautiful emotion,

A heavenly blessing,

The perfect fairytale,

The ultimate glory,

Ah! Love….!!!

                                 -Aksa

Chamber Of Secrets

My heart is a chamber of secrets!
It hides the hurt,
It holds the pain,
It has the most poisonous basilisk
buried in it's depths,
Fed by the venom of people's words...

It's filled with fiery red love,
like Ginny Weasley's hair.
And it hold's the kindness,
gallantry and bravery of harry potter!
It also has Tom Riddle's menace
for those who are bad,
The phoenix's song resonates in it,
when spoken to with love and kindness.

It's built with friendship of harry and ron!
And holds the promise of Dumbledore's help.
It has the sword of gryffindor,
locked up in it to be used with velour.
And it keep's the sorting hat,
to talk to the mind.

But this chamber of secrets has a flaw,
It pour's out it's  secrets in riddle's diary,
And leaves it lying for people to read,
and find a way to destroy my heart...!

                                                         -Aksa

Betrayal

Smiling hard
and making conversation
but a lone tear fell,

betraying the inner turmoil...!

                                                  -Aksa

Dreaming Phoenix...!

O' breaking dawn of the day,
where is thy youth today?
Your enthralling beauty as it unfolds,
which mind should capitulate this vision so bold?
In slumber so lazy,
do they just dream and whine?
But what ecstasy do they pursue,
What sight do they find?

Last night when I tip toed down
with all the blessings from the skies above,
Their curtains where bogging down,
just as their lashes caressed the ground,
I did come and spread my alluring wings
to take them on a magic ride,
But my dear earth, your men so shy,
their love such cowardly,
their passions so shallow;

They mocked the strength of my wings
and challenged my soaring flight.
O' your men, my dear earth
What lands have they conquered?
What hearts have they melted?
Is it blood or just water,
that produced their child...

I sang that night;
The story of the prince of Spain,
I told them that their was a boy,
I had loved him,
and the twinkle in his eyes;
When he saw the charisma of a lily bloom,
and the rage of the meandering lake,
How it carved and fought for it's path;
He used to jump in awe and say,
O' ye, I believe in you!

They all just laugh and only say;
He was a dreamer, he was a dreamer.
O', I said, that boy
How he loved his old man,
on his grave he used to cry.
Apologies for the sins he had never even tried,
and that child he had kissed
whom your men had left in wretched clothes.

The blinding fervor of his dignity;
when in honor he lay on the border of his land.
This romance of bravery
your men can not decipher.
They still laugh, "He was a fool,
how much did he earn from this enterprise?"
Indeed, my prince, your pursuit I envy!
and I sigh at your men; O' earth...

But still when I put down my pen
I hope and pray
that the kindled fire on your ground
will not just leave ashen men....
I have seen phoenix as they rise above
and I fear if it is a dream,
then I am a dreamer
I am a dreamer....

                                                            -Aksa


P.S. This is the answer to your last question dreamy gal! :)

Buried

Clutching her teddy bear
to myself,
I am trying to bury the pain
in the depths of my heart,
The way she is buried now
in the depths of the earth.

"Precious Moments"

Crusted moon shining behind the horizon,
Dwindling sunlight peeping into the woods,
Sweet scent of soil dancing with the rain,
Butterflies timidly admiring the flowers,
Lush green grass conversing with the breeze,m

Moonlight saturating into the sea so deep,
Footprints engraving secrets into the sand,
Wild horses tapping on the cosmic land,
Thunderclap coming after a flash of light,
Seven colors dispersing from a single beam of white,
Hands wrinkling with the passage of time,
Ordinary people bringing difference sublime,
Moments these are precious as ever,
Need not the icing of words....never,
Forever and forever,
they will be meant;
only to be felt....and cherished....
with love,
Kindled
and relished!

                    -Aksa

Love...

A rose petal bends
and dew drop falls on pond
rippling all water...

Depiction

I feel
as if I am;
the rusted furniture,
a torn paper,
an abandoned book,
an autumn leaf,
a dried rose,
and a broken stem
from within...

I live

Died
and they buried me,
thinking i am no more.
Limited their preception is,
enslaved by materialism
and physicalities.
But
am
Here, with them
though not apparently,
in chunks and pieces,
distributed between
worms, birds and trees.
My flesh fed
a thousand creatures
and indebted, they allow me
to breathe through them
so
am still here
and i will be,
for innumerable
life spans...

                    -Aksa