heart of ice

times which are good

flew past,

today i weep

in a tide of loneliness,

and you aren't here;

known you for ages,

only to lose you now

do i have a person

to know me better ever???

sentiments never

akin to me

until realisation hit

and i lost you;

even if time heals

hurt inside

defies it;

stranded by the wound of us

i am stagnating,

all i can now is

write this ode to you;

heart of ice,

you thought i had,

melted now,

when you have conveniently

left me alone forever;

if this is your idea

of enlightening me,

i accept,

life is never the same....

how to name it??

was i the ray of hope

you saw,

now, no more i matter,

life ahead, do i see

when you live behind me;

explanations thou shall seek,

for words i dont conceive;

the race

of emotions that you fail to see;

mistakes lie beneath,

pick on them to hurt,

impact is all we see,

ah!

if tomorrow ever comes;

tears heal say some,

bleeding wounds somewhere deep,

scars remain,

years later;

and now shall i search,

another,

for words i crave to hear,

never came did they??

manipulation convenient,

expressions forgotten,

opportunities not sought,

dead on my feet i say,

i find myself sinking,

abyss of emotion,

problems trivial, contributed,

myriad of doubts,

i ever had;

surrounded with many,

and still alone,

when my pen find this piece of paper,

poem that i write,

difference would it make??

"apologise" is the nuance of escape,

have i heard,

communication i fail,

understanding is all i need;

reasons to laugh, i look out,

twitch is all i can do about,

all in the open arms,

where i yearn to rest;

my plea of desperation,

to sort things out,

but will it happen?

when we know,

we are past the phase,

evasiveness we hardly shared,

stands tall blocking my exit,

all that i can think now!!

destination comes by,

i dont reach,

SCABS OF LIFE HAUNT ME....

still seeking

Gone are the days,

when Indians were proud of themselves,

leave alone culture and tradition;

These aren't the days,

any-more where elders have a role to play,

in families, nuclear all the more..

Destinies none to be predicted,

which people hardly believe in

ambitions and goals are alternatives taken;

Run for money, greed swallowing

joy and peace, lay forgotten, untouched,

ray of hope nowhere,

lightening of power strikes past, aye,

Parties, clubs discos, replacing;

the trend of modern era

of indians, who had had sought with virginal belief,

the ultimatum,

Now here we are,

dwelling and muddling with the present,

thinking of past,

worrying future;

And here are we isolated

not taking pride of what is left??

or.. are we.. waiting for Obama to campaign about it, nevertheless;

Oh!! mother India dying her slow,

slow death indeed..

and as we are stranded, in our own

romance, divine of materialistic luxury,

without adhering,

LIFE AFTER DEATH..