The Day I'll Quit..

Sitting in my study i stare at the blue wall,
Fidgeting with my sister's favorite doll,
I find it awkwardly hard to pen down thoughts,
For the words shuffle up as i try to untie the knots.

My eyes glance at the withered pages,
At all that i wrote, that took me ages,
The smell of the pages reaches the nose,
To my mind it seems like i have had my own tranquilizer's dose.

My pen forbids me from writing anymore,
And my hands tremble after i write a line or more,
My voice quivers whenever i try to read it out aloud,
And the ears don't hear now, 'cause they are not allowed.

There was a time when i wrote with all the zeal and aptness,
But now something's gone missing,maybe it's the prowess.
My mind says that i am doing nothing but wasting my time,
It asks me to work on something that's atleast worth a dime.

My heart pleads to me to write on,
Write from the dusk through the dawn.
But i want to write and write forever,
with all the passion and the never-ending fervor.

Lost Love..

With you,did I dream about spending an eternity,
But you left me all alone with the jolts in this journey,
Moments of us together were patched perfectly,
But didn't i prove to you that i was trustworthy.

Deep in your thoughts my heart starts to sink,
Tears roll down, and the eyes don't blink.
My friends call me romeo, but i am lovesick,
I tried to adhere to my promises,but didn't stick.

The day you left i cried, and cried like a child,
Living in anguish, the mind lost control and got wild.
God didn't let me have my wish come true,
But i believe in destiny, and i'll always wait for you.

And as long as i live i will love you always,
But i know you will love me in your own ways.
No power in this world can keep the two of us apart,
For i'll be your happy and you'll be the queen of my heart..

Stephen Miller- The Storyteller

I have a story to tell, the story of a story teller,
People in Fableland called him Stephen Miller.
He could mesmerize anyone, and it was his art,
But he fell in love and is now left with a broken heart.

His stories were beyond anyone's imagination,
Every time they were new and full of innovation.
He always left his audiences spell-bounded,
His ability to dramatize was never ever doubted.

His era was the era of love and romance,
And he had this lover amongst his fans,
She was a fairy for him, fairy from his dreams,
He could die for her, for her one little glimpse.

Master Miller was deeply in love with her,
he loved her with all fervor and enamor.
She attended all his shows in her tiny town,
And when he left her for shows she'd frown.

Together they did look a cute cuddly couple,
With her he always kept out of all trouble.
They danced gleefully together at the ball,
People envied them and always gave a gall.

But one day she fell ill and in his arms did she die,
Master Miller broke that day, but the man didn't cry.
The fairy had gone, she pleaded for the show to go on,
Right through the early dusk till the late dawn,

Master Miller did all what she had asked for,
But the power had gone and gone forever.
And that was the story of the story teller,
After which he was only called a lover........