She is...

She is a petal of a flower,
A vibrating metal of a guitar,
Never too far
But as she leaves us alone,
Always smiling in our hearts that weep
Will always be remembered as a bookmark in the lives we keep,
Inside the book that has a meaning too deep,
Among the strums of guitar and inside the tears we weep...
She was an angel if she were decorated as a bride,
She Could have been a layman's pride,
A binding force against a destructive device...
She was a daughter for a smiling mother,
She could have been a defending angel for a brother so wise,
She didn't gave back tears but smiling treats,
But as she retreats
We can't give away the fears of being left back alone
And smiling with that heavenly face nomore,
U are no more in front of these eyes,
But every daughter sister and mother is a disguise
That would remind us of u,
Every her's eyes would show us that u miss us too!!!

R.I.P. my angel... ='(

U MAY LIVE IN PARADISE

Weaker world

Every blessing begins with an end to a long awaited chance,
Every kissing scene is an end to a long awaited romance,
My share of curses is in every belief,
Every pain is the proof of an existing relief
And every happiness is the proof of grief...
Every new feeling has to die old with every moment passing by,
Every cloud is the new generation to the oldest sky,
Every weaker world has to die-
Proving an end to the fragile life,
Only justifying a lie throughout it's breathing time,
Only one's heart knows that life is a lie,
There's no meaning of Me or Mine,
One day this weaker world will let go of you,
And that's the day every proof about being alive will die,
U will be forgotten and be given nothing but a gudbye...