I know you backbit me,
Made me fall for your lies,
Never think that I was blind,
As I don’t give a damn!
You won chasing me out,
But that’s no end for me,
All that you did for me,
Brought out the real me!
Have not trusted anyone,
But you! Your gift in return,
Was like a sour mango,
That lingers on my tongue,
And would never go away.
None will go till grave with you,
So get used to walk or fly alone,
You may get to know people,
On the way of life journey!
Keep them as pals for the time,
But don’t cling to them for life,
For you may die inside if alone,
But can fly high if you fly alone.
One has the right to ditch you,
Accept it with much courage,
As you have to let them go,
For love must be spontaneous!
Never hated my Math teacher,
Though I cursed the subject,
She had a beautiful handwriting,
Her steps were so clear and legible.
Had no real personal life for herself,
As some heartless left her all alone,
Have never seen such a sad soul,
Who put her heart in teaching.
Decades passed but my heart broke,
When I saw her name in obituary,
Didn’t cry but with a heavy heart,
Enquired why she left so early,
Felt so bad she refused chemo,
As she may felt to end the pain!
The faded wall spoke stories,
Of Math, cartoon scribblings,
And a computer picture,
Must have been a small kid!
Painful time in the cancer ward,
Hurt me as how the tiny one,
Suffered in the grip of the disease,
As even adults would grow weak.
Didn’t have the guts to enquire,
About her and her existence,
But the stories on the wall flash,
On my inner mind and haunt me!
The heavy chest that suffocates,
A pain that travels to the throat,
And squeezes the neck tight,
That’s a reaction to heartbreak!
Do not hesitate to cry aloud,
As no medicine can kill the pain,
But the tears that cleanse you,
And refresh you to breath!
Take a deep breath and let it go,
As you only can overcome the pain,
Else will grow monstrous into anxiety,
And depression, a deep dark gorge!
Once sweet, turns bitter,
The morale changes in time,
As all have psychic changes,
That may test the conscience!
Give more, yet demands more,
Not the loved ones are saints,
But are mean, as none is Buddha,
As one can live with no love.
If one keeps the mind focused,
Can find the truth of existence,
Has nothing to do with love,
But can cherish it if found!
It seemed eternal waiting,
As it was gloomy and drizzling,
She thought about him till,
He knocked the door!
She giggled aloud happily,
At his arrival, a surprise!
There was a twinkle in his eyes,
Yet, it faded like a rainbow!
Love can never be forced,
Its a curse for those who wait,
For the love to happen, the elixir,
That may never be found, alas !