By Chintapalli Maanya Pradeepa
Sometimes someone or something makes us to write and let feel it with every heart
whoever reads it...
Stage 1 : Attraction - Attraction between two souls and feels that other one is
their s.
I have a shoulder,
To roll down my tear...
But, My eyes can't spread the tears,
To that shoulder's eyes...
I have a heart,
To share my disquiet...
But, My heart can't turn over the disquiet,
To that caring heart...
I have a soul,
To be cheerful...
But my soul can't accept,
If I can't make them cheerful...
I got a copy of my thoughts with a caring heart
I got a copy of my heart with true love
I got a heart to hear my chaos
But, some are made by you
Which cannot be apart from me ...
And perpetual feelings for you
Which cannot be aloof from me...
Stage 2 : Admiration - Finding beauty in everything.
You're the lyrics in my song...
You're the tune of my rhythm...
You made me to write,
You made me to sing,
You gave the thought,
You gave the best,
Finally you played the best tune in my heart
With the finest rhythm of your thoughts...
Stage 3: Illusion - Dreaming that the person is ours.
The time when the cool breezes surrounded by...
When the waves are cuddling my anklets...
When the full moon touching the earth...
When my foot prints got faded in your steps...
When my words are trapped in your voice...
When the time, your aroma reaches my heart...
The time when your smile reaches my soul...
What else I want at that time...
Except blending my soul in your heart...
Stage 4: Reality - Being honest to the person and make them understand.
My fears got absconded in the experience of your love,
My tears are vanished in thoughts of loosing you,
My tenures of love got washed out in your tears,
My volumes of happiness got drained out in your scary fears,
Maybe it's just a drop in the ocean of life...
Maybe it's just an alarm for the future bright...
Whatever it maybe, it a memory to cherish
And a lesson to the future
But a darkest present to uplift the soul...
Stage 5: Judgment - Knowing whether the other person is liking/loving or not.
I want to tell you mine but I m ending up with mute
I m trying to share a lot but I m ending with heavy
I have to be the particular one but turning up with dumb
Don't know it is just a heavy lite feeling around me
Thinking of something but at last it turns out for my wanting
Waiting for my specialities & my priorities to be mine...
Stage 6: Fortune - Having luck. If luck is there, it ll end up with a beautiful
relationship.
If misfortune hits you hard than fortune, then it ll leads to suffer.
I saw a beautiful smile,
When the dearest person comes to mind...
I saw a sparkling smile,
When the waiting ends for a person...
I saw the teary smiles,
When the person achieves their goals...
I saw the smirked smile,
When jealousy overseas a person...
I saw the plastic smiles too...
But I never saw that killing smile...
A half smile, with lots of heavy heart...
An uncompleted smile, with lots of loaded emotions...
A smile for the surroundings...
A smile for a reason...
A smile for a person...
A smile from lips,
With uncontrolled drops from eyes...
A half part of face is glorious with smile...
Other part of face is heavy with teary eyes...
In between lots of disturbances will check your stability, commitment, control over
emotions and ability of understanding.
Between paint and canvas,
A stroke of flair was missed...
Being limitless to limited,
A line of closeness was escaped...
Being together to aloneness,
A long way of talks are absconded...
Being hopeless to trustful,
A little bit of time was shattered...
Between said and unsaid words,
A pack of memories were disturbed...
In these memories of talks,
Your Melodies are going to discord to hear...
Your aromas are going to dullness in air...
Your heart is going to stranger in my Life...
Stage 7 : Suffering
Her fingers are tangled in his memories,
Her steps are messed in his words,
Her words are flipped in his actions,
Her actions makes them live distancing,
Distance makes everyone live alone...
Every alone alarm, makes thinks of memories...
Every lonely place of them, makes her heart runs...
Every word of him, makes herself with in...
Everything even everyone of them, makes her feel HEAVEN IN THE HELL...
We ll meet again...
When the moon and the stars shines like a diamonds,
Where the land be blissful with our presence,
Just like our kind of space,
We are just going to be us, Just us
We ll meet again dear we ll meet again...
Going to see you soon...
Sometimes someone or something makes us to stop writing and thinking...
Finally makes us to forgot about our writing feels...
By Chintapalli Maanya Pradeepa
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