"Something new..

something new..!"

Cries out my heart;

A million things,

Running in my mind

But.. heart not ready,

To, pour it out

Stuck on a paper,

With a pen in my hand..

Scribbling here n there,

Not able to figure things out..

Bewildered I sit,

Gazing at The Duel,

Of my mind and heart,

Where, either not ready to quit..

drishti

Cheating you wasn't

But being loyal was....

Moving on wasn't

But being with you was.....

Its a threat which I wanna let

Never this life I wanna have a regret

Being cheated on by you wasn't my regret

But being loyal to you was....

Moving on wasn't my regret

But being with you was.....

Trying to hate you wasn't my regret

But still loving you was....

I regret not for allowing you to shatter my dream

But for allowing you to build a one in me..

I regret not for touching your skin

But for letting you touch my soul....

I regret not for seeing an angel

But for not seeing a camouflaged demon

I regret not for being yours

But for dreaming to be with you forever...

Its a threat which I wanna let

Never in my life I wanna have a regret...

But everything said and done

I still dare to ask you a question!!

I have a regret but I can still face up myself in the mirror,

But even after winning do you dare to see yourself even in a flowing river???

-Born Maverick

Does Power hold the World together - or hold it in bondage? Knowledge is there for those who seek. So, kiddies, riddle me this:

No wrong

No right

No black or white

The truth shaped

By the victor-

He the one that be the one

That came

That saw

That conquered

For whom the World

A shining pearl

Is held in hand completely

We march, lockstep, and bow our heads-

"vaynee, veedee, veechee"

But Fools and Braves know light of day-

Say,

"WAYNEE, WEEDEE, WEEKEE"

-DeRicki

Sordid emotions. Caught between love and trust. Bare out my organs as if they are your own. Watch as the vulchers circle the carcass of what v was. Naive to believe you. Too believe in you.

Knees to the ground. A silent prayer to an unknown god the believes in redemption through love. It's an unheard chant to the sky. Unhealthy they say and unwise. But I will. Fight the archangels and the saints and the DDevil and his tribe. I will explain the broken minds. The broken hearts. The broken child. I will plead to any God that will hear me to make you whole and make you see.

But I will not beg. I will let you rot in your defacation before I pull you up again. I will love you more as you wallow like a pig in swill. And I hope beyond hope that you are better for having left me in despair.

It was a last throw of dice

I knew it was all worth of tries..

Never I took your words of spice

May be you tried to break the ice

All my heart knew ; those were all lies..

Else a smile wouldn't have emerged from all my cries...

Only thing I read was......

Love love and love all in your Eyes!!!!

-Born Maverick

From point A to B 

All love becomes pain

Returning to its creation

It's root

The pain of with and without

If you follow that line 

Long enough

And are of the few, lucky enough 

To be oppressed by the gravity of time

You'll find that in every society

Bullets eventually become currency 

And witness firsthand 

The instincts of man can only be suppressed

Within A and B so long 

Until we're overwhelmed by needs 

To hunt and gather 

To sow seeds 

Of virtue and destruction 

To be freed from the cages of thought

By the dirt under our nails 

And smiles 

Finally 

That can't be bought

To right wrongs 

Of love and pain 

Cubicle enclosures 

And real chains that disguise their weight

Lighter than the paper that enslaves

Heavier than the burden of the debt 

From a deal we never made 

You'll see the currency changed

And exchanged

In rapid fire

Master made slave 

Older brother.

Do you know my name?

Has your memory lapsed

to block out the pain?

I write letters to you,

you know.

In hidden pages of notebooks

that you will never hold.

Letters you will never read.

Letter I can't send

Because I don't know 

where you live,

or where you are, even.

Our father cries for you sometimes.

And you don't know that, either.

You might have guessed,

or even hoped,

but I've proof you can believe in.

My eyes have seen him,

bent with grief,

distracting himself with work

while you are somewhere 

living your life

and sending us no word.

Teach me the bass,

older brother.

Let our love of music 

be the no-man's land.

A place where we can talk freely

and I can hold your hand.

This year I finished high school.

There was a special dinner

for all the grads and their families

to celebrate together.

You, of course, weren't there.

I'm just your little sister;

why would you come and dine with those

you hadn't seen forever?

But your mother was there, 

helping out.

I couldn't look at her.

Across from me sat 'the other woman':

my own beloved mother.

You don't write.

No phone calls either.

Except the time 

you called our dad;

you'd been told to 

by your teacher.

It saddens me to

think of it:

the only reason you called

was to get that 

passing grade you needed,

after which,

you ignored us all.

I want you in our family.

We all do, actually.

Your mother 

and your girlfriend, too,

if that is what you need.

Give me a piece 

of your heart;

I've given you more than that

already.

Give me a part

in your life;

I'll welcome you into mine

easily.

Are the hedges 

growing between us

a wall that keeps you safe?

Or will you deign to

cut them down

and see me, face to face?

Older brother.

Do you know my name?