HER TEDDY.

A little girl run away from home,
walking in a dark alley all alone,
clutching her teddy ,close to her heart,
with him she will never part.
So many questions left unanswered,
so many doubts that leave her bothered.
Running away from something ,
she knows not what,
the only thing she has with her,
is her past.

Of her past she remembers not much,
only memories of bruises, tortures & broken trust.
All that she feels now is pain,
pain so tremendous it tore her apart.
Will anything ever heal her broken heart?
This is what she asks herself every night,
as she slips into sweet slumber,
holding her teddy tight.


DISCLAIMER: Almost all the verses written here are dark or bordering on dark (influenced by rock, i like exploring the dark) , advance ahead at your own risk they are all written by me about a few years back, unless otherwise mentioned.

GUESS WHO'S BACK ,BACK AGAIN

I'm back and hopefully back for good. I realise i havent been posting anything for a really really long time. After several complaints (from friends) and a lot of thinking i have decided to return to bloggin.

When i opened my blog i realised i din't like the dull colours anymore *sigh* , i also knew it would take me a long time to change the template & repost the posts & the c-box, so i decided to make another blog, which in comparison would take less time. Which is not to say i wont be writing there but in all probability i wont, so i will delete it later when i cease to use it, totally (which is what i did incidentally a few months back...).

So with these words i welcome myself back to blogging, albeit a successful stint this time.