Slinging scribbles

I can afford to let go, Even if it means letting love go and inviting pain, For I have been burnt when I was bright, or I thought. Its the pain that was stronger then, now it doesn't matter, For I lived in influence that made me strong, Its a habit to breathe gimmick, Its a soul song to smell foul, Some things are to be seen and remembered, To be reminisced for their beauty, Somewhere lost in gaining strength and travelling afar. Being akin to show-off the strength and so being used to it, Love makes me weaker, so much that I do not need it anymore. I can afford to leave and let go, For I had no choice to decide once upon a time, long ago...

how excited i was to see you,to feel you,to grasp you; as we met at a distance which failed to set us apart for ever. how happy i was to gaze at you, to smell you;the familiar scent that had engrossed me in you for years. if every word were to lose their beauty to you, then my scribe would be such a shame eyes behind those veil,smile of a distinct flair, wouldn't my kiss,if i could,be considered a sin,to tell thee a few. your lips,thin as though the petal of an elusive flower, made the most urgent touches to your words in peace, as the incandescent glow on your face mesmerized me with its perfection . but forever seemed too far as the curse of time kissed us, and so thou had to leave like a dew; no wonder i couldn't bid you a proper adieu...

Years, decades passed by, The cute toddler made way for a grim face, But there is one woman, who never felt the other way, It is certainly you, my grandma   A teacher by profession, who taught with great zeal and fervor, That I know when students come to meet thou, Seek your blessings and make you feel prouder, I know it is most certainly you, my sweetest grandma.   Has an amazing dexterity in her hand, Whatever thou write is loved for its say, None but your heart touched me in that blend, It's none other than you, my beloved grandma   Prepares sumptuous food for me everyday; As I try to neglect at times with haste, But with a placid demeanor like that of a sage, Calmly keeps my temper at bay, And succeeds in filling my tummy, once again   Years, a decade passed by, Everything seems so changed, But if there is someone who remains eternal in every way, Its so you, my dear loving Grandma!!!!