The phase.

Silent pensive heart,
Seeks nothing.
Acts indifferent,
Lost and Low too.

That phase,
Which needs expression.
That phase,
Will pass too.

The moment where pain reaches the core,
Conversations share no stories.
And smiles lose their meaning.
In that empty space of realization..
The little bud on a bloom,
Prays to remain a bud forever.

For it needs not to grow,
Or flourish, or shine.
For it doesn't want to be colored
Or judged or bruised by those who do.

For it feels untouched and pure.
For it feels virginal and sure.
For the world is out there to take away,
Everything it ever had.
For it is not ready to lose,
The best of itself everyday.

Kill the world must,
Die it will.
But to come to life,
It may chose never to.
In that world of immortality,
it rather remain, insignificant.

The only prayer.

Inspiration, please find me. Lost is what I feel without you. Insignificant and empty. Soulless and restless too. 

Let the light shine in my heart. Let it form words, and sentences I never imagined before. Let that sour writer`s soul rule over mine and craft magical nothings that touch the heart. 

Let those secrets out that form beautiful observations. Something everyone resonates to. Something not many understand and something that remains forever, carved somewhere in oblivion. 

Silence

There are times when every thing around you goes silent. The social networking sites, people, Gtalk, mobile phone, music,wind, sea. Just about everything.
And you wonder why?

Lost happiness.

You know something is wrong, when you can't remember the last time you were truly happy.