Amongst the cold valley,

Lies something unknown to all,

The Victim of innocence...

Is dragged slowly, painfully,

In the darkened depths

Of its very soul.

Its teeth;

Like those of a venomous snake,

White daggers, glowing mist-like in the darkened tunnel.

Piercing its fangs

Into the new Victim; The Innocent.

Poison courses throughout the body.

Excruciating pain.

Cries of anguish,

Lost in the grey skies of a storm.

Numb.

Rain falls heavily,

And the innocence is washed away,

Along with the victims of blood.

A cold corpse lays lifeless.

Defeated.Dead.Gone.

Innocence was given away to Darkness.

That cold, dreary day.
                                  ---ASHMITA

There's no doubt she's coming for me.

The eerie silence is deafening.

Her footsteps, loud, drawing near,

I muffle my cries.

I run off into the blood red dawn.

I feel her presence,

I can feel her dreaming of me,

Falling to my death.

She finds me,

Coming closer.

Inside my head

I'm screaming and trying to run.

I find myself frozen in place.

She draws a knife,

Piercing it into my side.

She kills me slowly, letting the blood drip.

My feet, soaking in blood,

I begin to fall onto the cold ground.

Immense pain clouds my thoughts.

Suddenly, I'm staring into a mirror.

There is a girl, clutching a knife

Her eyes meet mine,

They hold me like a distant light on a winter's night.

Familiar, does the light blue eyes look.

The silence; the pain,

Driving me insane.

The mirror cracks; shatters,

Into pieces....

Pieces that will never be put back together.
                                                            ---ASHMITA

I am the one who is the key to your heart,

Always choosing the perfect path.

I am the sun, I am the moon,

Whom you are trying to reach very soon.

I am the one to guide you way,

I am the sunshine to light your day.

I am the one who makes your day,

Whether in cool December or in hot May.

I am the one who is never noticed,

Always in the crowd my name is missed.

I am the one who helps you to reach success,

But do you ever remember to confess?

I am the one always giving you hope,

When you are trying to win over opponents rope.

I am surely the ultimate one,

But in the crowd I always remain as someone.

                                                         ---ASHMITA

Dreams are nothing but illusions stretching till infinity,

The dreamland seems like the largest city.

Dreams will come true if small steps are taken everyday,

And you are sure to be happy and gay.

But sometimes a dream will seem like a precious gem, you will never get,

You will just cry silently and then you have to forget.

Sometimes you will soar into the sky,

As high as the birds fly,

But sometimes you will be so low on yourself,

You will feel that among the giants,

You are a poor elf.

Sometimes you will be too proud,

You will be someone distinguished in the crowd.

But sometimes for yourself you will not care,

Being present, you will be lost everywhere.

Sometimes you will have happy emotions and will be on an emotional ride

But sometimes you will just be hovering over a fight.

But whatever happens just take it light,

Because this is practical life.

                                             ---ASHMITA

It doesn't mean I can never try,

When tears come out as I cry,

My tears build a memory lane,

I keep walking....just to meet you again.

As I stand alone in the courtyard,

Everything in life seems so hard,

So I ask God, every time I pray,

"Give me strength for just one more day!"

I'm living with an empty and hollow heart,

From the time we are apart,

My heart may not make it through....

But it just can't stop me from loving you.

I wonder why I didn't confess,

It's all your love inside, I possess.

Don't know if I'll ever smile,

I just want to be with you for a while.

I can keep everything aside,

But your love is something, I can't hide.

I don't know if things can be the same,

Though I know someday you'll call my name.

I don't know if I'll ever be free,

But remember one thing darling-

YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME!

                                            ---ASHMITA

I was thinking of writing a parody,

A parody on my loneliness, my precious loneliness,

That would be my dark room's soliloquy.

In my room i burn my 69 mm cylinders,

Lately I have realized loneliness can be a curse,

I have heard people calling it my addiction,

The essence of that smoke kissing my nostrils gives me great satisfaction.

Competitor of my ambitions is now that Nile,

I have even noticed darkness giving me a wry smile.

If we always measure our moves, life will become another meaning of frustration,

So now I try to trouble my troubles and from this darkness I draw inspiration.

With the looming darkness of my small room I am quite complacent,

In this silent world I find my room the most eloquent.

Follow you heart, obstacles you may face.Life is too precious to waste.

But do not ever offend this loneliness.

My little room helped me in making darkness so dear,

                                              BUT FRIENDS BE AWARE,

                         IN A MORTAL'S LIFE LONELINESS CAN BE THE BIGGEST FEAR.

P.S.I am not the author of this poem.I took it from my school magazine because I liked it.

In this world when you expect the unexpected,

The question changes before it's attempted.

I've seen love change into hatred,

Best friends turned into soul mates.

God is unfair:for every time the forlorn child

Misses his mother and dines.

For every little eyes shut for prayer,

And each broken star that twinkles there.

Are too many hopes that shatter instead.

And plenty sleep without a bread.

The little mistakes we make everyday,

Some are forgiven, some we need to pay.

Times we need to spend alone,

To this biased world,we're acquainted and prone.

Some depart, and some we leave,

It's the almighty that ends it,we all need to believe.

We regret when a person dies,

Till he is alive,he only tries.

Tries to hold back the one he loves,

'Cause life is short,everyone dies,

YES, everyone has to,everyone does...
                                                             ---ASHMITA

Delighted with fantasy,

It's a world of your supremacy.

Amalgam of the extreme variations,

The difficulties in all situations,

You make them all ameliorate

Our negatives do deteriorate

Your heart is a heart,

Where no one can part

A matrix of your strength,

In front of you my head does bend

I swing between the two roads,

The road not taken can be the one which is mistaken! 

I laugh,I cry,I sing,I dance

To meet you I don't even want to miss a chance

Obsession increases my love for you,

Surrendering myself completely,

That's not anything new!

The vigour and the radiance you exhibit,

I love the way you sit

Just like my prince charming

For your eyes to meet mine,I'm starving!

Sitting back,to the infinite sky,I see

I don't know what God filled in me

The inner virtues,shaped my outer glamour,

And with every passing day,you become superior

A thousand times you are missed

It's a scene os complete bliss

Though we are miles apart,

You're always close to my heart

Then as it was,then it will be

Though they change their course,

The rivers will always meet the sea.
                                                         ---ASHMITA

Like it fell from the sky,

When the heaven got too high,midst the earth

It's beauty too much for the mortal eye

Unreal,unbelievable would be a creature so fine

it unfurls its wings to get away from the showbiz.

Discovered by the monster who made

Devils look like tamed lions

Yearns to go back to the place of serenity,peace,

Selfless was the sun,the wind was untouched

By the black shadows,love was ecstasy

Where the heart fell right beating on the left

Trapped it remained at the back of the angel's mind

While it was caged under the human eye,

Looked upon like the moon was dumped into their arms,

The media would flash at it the way lightening would shine

And grieve in despondence for its departure of the beloved,

It knows that one day she shall have her angel,

Who would take it away from being a sight?

Far,far away and far too high...
                                              ---ASHMITA

A friend is like a flower,

A rose to be exact,

Or may be a brand new gate,

That never comes unlatched.

A friend is like an owl,

Both beautiful and wise.

Or perhaps like a spirit,

Whose presence never dies.

A friend is like a heart,

That throbs strong till the end.

Where would we be in this world,

If we didn't have a friend?
                                          ---ASHMITA