Weeny tale #3- I’m there for you


She sang in the most annoying voice possible,

just to make him realize ,

that there were things,

that were more worse than his problems.

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Ray of hope…

ray of hope

Her phone rang once in the evening after he came back from office, to ask whether she took her medicines.

Her phone rang once again at night, to ask whether she had dinner.

Had he known she needed him the most, more than the medicines,

Had he known she needed some time from his busy schedule,

she would have recovered.

Today,she was still fighting, with her mind and her heart.

Today,she still believes that there is a ray of hope, because there is always a sunshine after a dark.

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Don’t know what you are suffering from,

Leaving who is near you,

You always long for who is far.

No matter how much they try to come close to you,

They land up being at a distance.

You are a riddle, unknown to anyone.

For how long have your eyes not slept?

For how long has your heart not been at peace?


I know, yesterday, you met her again,

You saw her again, the old you.

The one, who was made to look beautiful by the unexplained time.


You have never wavered in your fidelity,

Today repeatedly makes innuendos to forget her.

But you, with a predilection for thinking

And dreaming about her,

Would not understand,

That your escape is never imminent.

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life is more beautiful…

life is more beautiful

Life is more beautiful,

With the happiness as well as the problems,

For the fact you are here.

Life looked more beautiful,

The day I stopped running away,

And not hoping to change the past.


Life started to seem more beautiful,

Since the day you taught me to deal with everything,

And live it day by day.

It’s then life started to seem more beautiful,

It’s then I realized how every detail of life is important,

How every moment of life is worth living.

So that later when I close my eyes and remember these moments,

I can live it again.

Life is beautiful because of you,

Life is more beautiful with you.

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The smell of rain

smell of rain

The smell of rain, reminds me of you.

The shinning water droplets on your short hair,

And your drenched shoulders.

The smell of rain, reminds me of you.

I knew you were carrying your umbrella that evening,

And you did not take it out.

You wanted to share mine, I had no doubt.


The smell of rain reminds me of you.

The car’s window that you always used to keep it open,

To allow the breeze to spoil my hair.

I could see the smile on your face in the side mirror,

as you watched me settling my ruined hair.

The smell of rain, reminds me of you.

The bike ride till the mall.

The strong breeze which carried your smell,

As I sat behind, holding you.


The smell of rain, always reminds me of you.

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