the right to write crap.....

i dream bout flying horses and talking dogs,
of soft sandy beaches and long evening walks,
i dream bout fields of blue flowers that never end,
of stardust in the morning dew and colorful rain,
i dream of a week that has many weekends,
a world full of happy women n handsome men,
i know none of my dreams make any sense...
i think i can heal someone by just holding their hand,
i think i can get into your heart even if u dont let me in,
i think everyone will eventually become my friend,
i dont think beautiful relationships always hv a good beginning,
i think someday love will not have a past tense,
i know what i think just doesnt make any sense....
i hope smiling becomes the latest trend,
i hope kissing in public will not offend,
i hope no one lies and everyone's genuine,
i hope football will become a religion,
i hope men will become a lil less dense .... :-p
i know my hopes just dont make sense....
i smile in my sleep n cry watching a movie,
i pretend there's only good and the bad i do not see,
i becomes obssessed easily and then go on a deaddiction spree,
i live in a bubble where i think n dream n hope freely,
i know how strange it is to be me,
please do not tell me not to live in this pretense,
even though nothing bout me makes sense.

*i know this stuff doesnt make any sense.... i hv a right to write crap n post it coz its my personal space n deserve not to be judged. lol

Secrets.....

Why did you tell me,
what I didn't want to know,
It was all your choice,
what you had chose to forego,
Why did I have to hear something
you never should have told,
Why did you reveal your scars,
that you never should have showed.
Your secrets are safe with me,
They're only mine to keep.
No one will ever know,
all that you had to let go.
Like a rainbow that we see,
after a light shower of rain,
Beautiful & purposeless,
your secrets remain.
The way daybreak  hides
the stars that shine at night,
Everything you confided in me,
will remain unseen and out of sight.
What if I was left in the dark,
What if I was oblivious to your past,
All the "what if's", I can't help but think,
Is that a tell-tale sign of a crazy mind,
Is it a right time for secrets to sink.
You whispered your stuff and walked away,
Oh, how fate can be so cruel,
You had no idea what you leave behind,
Or the impact of your shady truth.
'Twas at the tip of my tongue, at the meet of my lips,
your secrets that I had almost spilt.
But I held back and I continued,
to carry the weight of your news in my chest.
Though you have left and I don't know where,
My promise and my silence still persist,
But what happens once we're gone,
I wonder, do our secrets cease to exist.....