Walking along.

Remembering all the times,
I have asked to let me be,
I feel the prayers have been answered,
And I am now a part of the crowd.
Its clear why they wander ,
The crowd is not entitled to choices.
And I walk along,
The initial craze dies out,
But I keep walking, telling myself,
The darkest of forests too,
House uncut ways that guide,
Existence is never by chance,
And its true, they are out there,
Even I'll find one,
If ever perturbed by the gloom, I'll run,
Race against the beats of my heart,
Faster than time, faster than thoughts,
And escape anything that binds,
Dive into the sky, tear it apart,
Make my way to the abode that was mine,
Where the Sun doesn't burn you,
Where daggers and deceits dont hurt,
Where its just you and the peace of black,
But my job ain't done yet,
I longed to witness and live in ,
This not-so-black world,
For experience counts, if nothing,
Escaping back is always an option,
But as long as I can,
I'll walk along..

Who decides?

She sat weeping by the riverside,
Next to the stone, which once,
was the Prince of the tribe,
The reason for this terrible fate,
was a curse, unbreakable,
Unless true tears of love,
were shed by a noble heart,
A heart the prince was loved by,
A single tear was enough,
But it had to be pure, true.
An entire day had come to pass,
And the pincess was still trying,
To cry out that one tear,
Which upon touching the stone,
Would bring it to life,
Conquering the curse with love,
But in vain,
The tears now were out of guilt,
Guilt of the absence of love,
She cried him a river,
But that one drop was still missing,
Broken the stoned prince was,
To realise the truth,
But He could not take it anymore,
To watch the princess cry,
Her eyes swelling up,
He let out a silent prayer,
To the holder of the curse,
To let him speak at once,
And the next moment, The stone spoke,
" Go home dear, Let no tear out for me now,
When I first kissed those eyes, I promised,
I'll never let them get wet,
It's not your loss today,
The one who lost everything ,
Is Me! Go, and remember,
You will never know ,
My love for you".
The stone turned silent then,
Never to speak again,
The pincess, stunned,
Took one last look,
And a small tear escaped,
It rolled down her right cheek,
Dripped from the chin,
on to the stone, SPLASH!

Love is perhaps the most
mysterious of all that we know,
It might not be there,
Where you blindly assume it to be,
And just when you think,
This is done, Love is dead here,
It might raise its ugly head meekly,
To declare, You dont decide ,
Where am I supposed to be,
I'll decide it for myself,
And then for you too!