BE MY EVERYTHING
I lost myself when I found you.
Suddenly life became heaven from hell.
Always I would be on a lookout for you,
Always seizing time for anecdotes to tell
Each day, on seeing you, I would heave a sigh of relief.
And in each handshake, I would witness your warmth and
heat.
While looking at you, I would merely turn into a stone,
And my heart would always lose a beat.
I was happy, you were happy.
Life was perfect till there came a blow.
Hatred and despair seemed to surround me
And I would wait and wait for life to slow.
BROKEN HEART
The fly of time hovered,
On the balcony, I much awaited,
But she didn’t turn up
And became a person I hated.
The sun arose with hope
And set down desperately in the west,
But she didn’t turn up
Not even when the birds flew to their nest.
Darkness paved way for the sun
And another hopeful morning came,
I sat there with intentful eyes,
Again the sun went just the same.
Monotonous life had become,
Hope was shattered and nay,
At last, I saw a figure-
And it was her standing far away!
SHE LOVES ME NOT
I don’t care if you
Love me partially or in full measure.
Love is love
And there is no greater pleasure.
There was no darkness
From the day love started.
Till the day you said bye
And we departed.
There was no sunshine
Since your last smile
From that day on,
Memories started to pile.
I know, for this,
You are not to blame.
But whatsoever,
I never remained the same.
Love is lost. It still hurts me.
Sooner or later, I expected it to be.
LOVE IS LONELY
The convincing mood to wander
To the dark clouds did surrender.
A curse found its way through the mouth.
Anger enveloped me but I didn’t shout.
The sun rose and set. All day was a bore.
The soul wanted air, but was kept inside the door.
The heart ached for the freshness in the air.
For the lush-green landscape and its share
The eyes wandered as far as they could.
But could not perceive anything as good
The fingers fiddled with the lonesome pens.
The heart again ached as the clock struck ten.
Food was eaten with a distracted mind.
Nobody then seemed well and kind
The eyes were shut, but the mind was on.
The guilt of wasting a day gnawed upon.
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