Another new phase in life, before
I even started inhabiting, I
had to pass through the sieve ....
the desire to sing, write & live
had got diluted by then, my
excitement died a bad death!
I was scared to even look up,
as the skies gave me a daunting look!
It was strange, my words strangled,
my emotions were drought!
My silences were deep and blue
for once, I never had any answers...
a thought, a word, a feeling
was always so near but it hid itself...
Tough times are dry & rugged like desert,
One wishes, they never traveled that far
But that's how the dip is, like a falling star!
Everyone's story has bad pages
Most of them are like sad poems,
I wished to sing mine for my soul..!
To be or not to be;
~ When I wandered like those lonely clouds
which floats high of hills & valleys
You were the star under which
I wished to perch and roost!
One hundred days, alas! to have seen
those eyes, indeed sorrowful as it sounds,
I was in the depth of despair
having hoped, desired & beguiled!
Beyon'd hope lies my dismay
I dread the rustling of my heart
it's painful, I'm scared for once
I pity my grief, which lies ignored!
My wandering eyes, has lost the diversion
the faith escapes, not my pain
the feeling travels but in vain,
just yearning you will come back again!
a weary struggle to narrate my tale
abou't those silent nights
my death whispers & lures me
I'm mellowing easily, as I look'd
way too tender, with you not being near!
To go or not to go, my life
rambles like a wayward ship
Let me erase my shadow of you
If I be the one who feels less,
let me worn away and sink in pride'
and fall down like withered leaf quietly!
