Un-Worth-y

She makes me feel
worthless,
undeserving,
when she goes about her rantings.

The each and every little thing
which brings you down
to a level of discomfort
one would very much want to get out of.

Needless to say,
the doubts and uncertainties
that clings on tightly
and floods your head with unanswered blanks.

Now it all gives the feeling
of being an item in a shop
stripped of a label or price tag
because its believed never to need it.

We could have done without praises
but these words of unjust criticism
shreds me to pieces
without any mercy given.

Sadly this is only one of the reasons
this soul continues
to scream out in silence
in the dark and lonely room.

Would You?

If you would, if you would,
Be my valentine,
For I really wish I could,
Call you mine.

We don’t have to wait
For fourteen days into
The month to celebrate
Joyous days that are coming through.

Simply a yes,
And that will do,
For there’s nothing that can best
Any other words from you.

Well, other than ‘I love you’.

The sun, the moon,
Or the rainbow’s sparkle,
Name it and they will be yours soon,
Even faster than any starlight twinkle.

My feelings is akin,
To that of a summer’s breeze,
Enveloping you as it blows past your skin,
But all I want to do is to bring you smiles and glee.

No one else that I’ve seen
Catches my eye
This is something
I can’t seem to simplify.

All I say is truth be told,
Awating a reply I desire from no other.
Even if it’s just a nod,
That will suffice in filling my life up with colors.

So would you be my valentine?

Short Script

The little words that bonds we,
Now feels beyond my reach
Blurring the sight of you
Despite all is still in view.
Rekindle the memories,
Light up the flame,
Don’t leave me stranded,
Like a lost man on the beach.

Walk Till Time Stops

Past the dawn,
through the plot,
sheltered by canopy of green.

Lamps stood along the way,
into the dimly lit path,
where shadows follows.

Pair of footsteps,
greeting the park,
though the fallen leaves.

Dried and cracked,
they littered the ground,
like a carpet laid for guests.

Air was getting steamy,
but the walk still keeps on going,
so long the path does not show an ending.

Till the stairs the path leads,
underneath the starry night sky,
with the luminous moon nearby.

Gazing at the worldly bodies,
speaking of now and the then,
wouldn't it be nice,

if time could stop at this instance.