Unwritten Stories


In the words that were never really spoken,
In the silences that passed through unbroken…

In the heartfelt letters that weren’t posted,
In the precious memories that never lasted…

In the eyes that withheld the ebbing tears,
In the questions that never looked for any answers…

In the promises that will be eventually unmade,
In the dreams that are waiting to wake up and fade…

Look deep and you’ll find them, hidden;
The greatest stories of our time, never written.


Forbidden Forever

Next page, doesn’t know where it’ll lead.
Love story, will make you cry whenever you read.
Suppressed pain, waiting to be freed.
Broken heart, isn’t yet ready to bleed.

Origami, will return to being unfold.
Lonely nights, will forever be cold.
Goodbyes, were never really told.
Time to think, until you grow too old.

Salt water, flowing not from the sea.
Eyes closed, can’t stop the dreams they still see.
Precious memories, will live with you and me.
Forbidden forever, the story that this will be.



Things that WE only imagined,
YOU made them true for us…

Paths that WE always feared to tread,
YOU walked along with us…

Strength that WE sometimes lacked,
YOU instilled it in us everytime…

Success that WE always dreamt of,
YOU made us achieve all of it…

Love that WE earnestly looked for,
YOU showered hearts of it on us…

No matter how far we live or how old we grow,
WE will always be your students.
In this real world or in our memories,
YOU will always be our Teachers.

The Answer Is Love

If you aren’t going to stay,
If you had nothing else to say,
Why did you come back dear?
Why do you still stand and stare?

If you don’t want to hear,
If you don’t really care,
Why do you wait?
Why do you still fight ?

If there’s no place in your heart,
If there’s no way for a new start,
Why do you cry?
Why do you still try?

If you are not going to lie,
If you really want a good bye,
Why do you turn away?
Why do you still silently pray?

Moving on

Wake me not, for I am deep asleep;

As the dreams come and go, let me silently weep.


Break me not, whenever I feel strong;

I hate lying to myself, that I am finally moving on.


Ask me not, for I have nothing else to give;

Pain is all that I have, holding which I must live.