Friday, 21 June 2013


Feeling the wind, and its cry
the sorrow of burning, on every sight
days are gone, with nights to come
and I'm still, fixed to be numb

The decent scenes, the horrific love,
the passionate fever, of being dumb
caught myself, in the midst of all
found in chains, when I wanted to run

These dreadful flower, their dying scents,
their purpose of existence, is also none
in this my numbness, is as pinch of salt,
which will add to taste, of the suffering flower

Its hard to believe, harder to expect,
  its still harder, to die on bed
but can't do anything, with my numbness
have to watch this play, sitting on that bench

The bench where, nobody comes,
nobody ask me for a favour once,
under that bench, my dreams were lying
killed my innocence, with the fear to die

I know

I know, I'm stupid

I'm writing up in the dark
with the moon to watch and stars to read
I believe on the events, that never occurred
and lived my life, with false desires

I know, I'm confused

for being silent and diffident
and hesitant to ask, the 'questions' I have 
I wanted to see, that smile on her face
which should remain forever, like the Sun and its flames

I know, I'm negligent

 I made mistakes,
made severe, horrible and heinous mistakes,
still I need those hands, to hold mine and stay forever 
till the last breath I take

I know, I'm vile

thus, She is not mine, and will never be,
because the deserving one, has already died,
and whats left in me, is a remorseful guy
which deserve nothing, just a loosing sight

I know, that's why I write

that one day, she will think for a while
will remember the moments, every time I lied
and laugh out loud with some tears in her eye...!!