The best friend

Love is eternal ,or so they say
Not everyone finds it though
Life follows its own way.
You find them;the person,the old witch thinks
When a light over their left shoulder clearly twinks
So many lights on street and in houses
But none blinks bright enough,they all mix up into noises.
How else does one find a heart fair enough then?
The world stops for whom. That soul takes over when.
The smile of whom is a telegraph
That one person you'd stare at in a photograph.
All this while life has passed by
Without that one person but i merely sigh.
As long as i have you things barely matter.
The glasses are filled or into pieces they shatter.
And deep in those dreams along with THE MAN,
Another heart beats ; of someone else its a fan.
The future maybe dull but it  should be with you.
If i am the morning fog you be the evening dew.
There are aspirations in every common man.
I have so many too. Some i can control some i cant.
All of our fights have been followed by a peaceful dove
But Something i seek the most is ;My thoughte are same as the Truth behind your love.

One eyebrow twitched, one eye more compact

The lips curve in place , the hair are just intact

The cheeks more fluffy now, the chin just okay

While not much has changed in how she looks

Her mind and heart have crossed a bay

She wonders right now looking at the face

That still belongs to her and the world’s race

Am I bad or the people? Is something wrong with me ?

The mirror could not answer, for it cannot see

How the mind bleeds red

How the heart is bound by chains

How the calmness is wondered upon

How true love pays the fee

The darkness follows up once again

It builds up the anguish and the pain

The insides hurt one more time

How she wishes a stitch in time could really save nine

She is fair enough, believes the heart

For she pursues life as an art

Then again the mind comes into view

Its she who is bad, like  frost in the form of dew.

The war goes on , soul tore into pieces

Like them schools have, can her life take a recess?

But it goes on like a soldier’s war

Where should she go. ? what does she stand for?

The battle between the world and her should end soon

She shall spend another lonely night lit up by the moon

Questioning herself in and out

The silver tint in the clouds of doubt

Her face is pale with the cries

Her eyes are drowsy without any tries

Yet  tell of days in goodness  spent

Her heart? It’s love is innocent.