Sunset at the Horizon

Pitifully I weep copious tears My only solace is the warmth it bears How curious the cold numbness in my heart Becomes hot tears as I fall apart! I mourn his death, but he is not dead He lives, breathes…in joy, I dread Far away from me, severing all ties This void can only be felt when he dies So I wail, I scream, I sob, I cry The absence, the loss makes me wanna die If thus abandoned I’m as good as dead, Let me live, and feign his death instead! How else can I ever convince my mind? That he won’t return, he has left me behind That he is happy without me in his life Since I brought nothing to him but strife Time has flown; it’s been a year But I’m stuck, still loving him as a dear The flickering flame of hope that he’ll return Time chooses cruelly to no longer burn And so I falsely pronounce him dead But my grief is real, true tears I shed Everywhere his memories surround Remind me that he is no more around It hurts to even ...

He said to me “Sometimes I take off my specs, you see And without them on, I have no clue That the person waving at me is you!” “So if I don’t wave back or smile Don’t think I have any attitude or style And please please don’t you mind Don’t judge me as impolite and unkind” I replied smiling bright, “Don’t you worry! It’s quite alright! Now that you have explained I wouldn’t mind again!” “Maybe next time I will say ‘Hey!’ And wave wildly all the way So that you hear me at least Don’t wear specs for me, I insist!” And so the misunderstanding was cleared He didn’t overlook me as I had feared Just that it was me, he was unaware Coz of the spectacles he didn’t wear But why did he clarify this now? I liked him, did he come to know somehow? Is that why he needed to make sure That no hurt feelings I should endure?! Or was it an excuse to really ignore? Pretending to not see me any more No smiles to exchange, no twinkling eyes Igno...

I want to see Perhaps a bird? But not when it flies I want to see how it sleeps Does it rest like us with closed eyes? I want to talk Not with those who hear but don't listen I want to narrate my story to my pet Because the dumb only pay attention I want to trek that hill Not to claim it's formidable peak I just want to see what lays in its path It's the beauty of Nature I seek I want to enjoy a meal Not when it's lavish, free or just the regular Not even when it's cooked with love of my mother For once I want the taste of starvation and hunger I want to make friends Not only those with whom I can enjoy or relax I want to stand by the one who is lonely and bullied I want him to smile when laugh at his wisecracks I want to sing and dance Not for others on a stage or at any party Not on a schedule, just anytime and anywhere When I am reminded of things that make me happy I want to play Not with anyone's life or emotions Why lie and deceive in adult life? When I w...

Her teardrop betrayed The 'I love you' she never said The pain that she felt Couldn't make his heart melt For how would he know sitting miles away? That this distance made her cry everyday She languished to be within his sight To see him, touch him, hug him so tight! Her heart thus yearned to be his dear But all he cared was for his career He knew not of the love she hid in her heart She feared rejection would keep them apart Thus secretly she loved, openly only as a friend To ensure her love story doesn't come to an end It was bitter sweet, this love story of hers Overwhelmed by love but not to be lovers Only if she had mustered the courage to tell She could have known that he liked her as well Yes, he liked her, very much indeed But he too was afraid to confess & concede Hearing tales of unrequited love's aftermath He chose to avoid this unpredictable path Working hard, burning midnight oil...

I am Teesta river, O' tourist do you see? I flow in Sikkim, he was built around me Twisting and turning, I follow you around Isn't my gurgling water the most pleasant sound? From the glaciers of the Himalayas I am born I am the anklet that the foot of the hills adorn From high up the mountains to the valley down below I dance, I bounce, I play and I splash as I flow! The rocks and pebbles are my childhood friends I tag them and run away, our game never ends Too heavy to move, the rocks grumble and frown I giggle as the pebbles chase me but soon drown Young men and women want to play along They join me in a raft and burst headlong I take them in a bumpy ride, quite full of thrill Be wary, I am boisterous, forgive me if I kill! Like a young maiden, I wear ornaments that I make The glistening grains of sand from the stones that I break The milky white froth and iridescent bubbles of air Are much like the flowers bedecking her hai...

Memories lingering in my mind, What do you intend to remind? Hasn’t the past already gone away? Why won’t you let me live in my today?! Why do those memories still remain? When they can never soothe my pain! Don’t they just bring more tears? A thousand times over the years…. Reminiscence thus comes at a great cost Sleepless nights, days spent in being lost While tragic memories bring you tears Happy ones make you miss those years! Haunting me over and over again These hurtful memories only pertain To a wretched broken heart Writhing in torment, torn apart Flashbacks playing at the close of the eyes Reliving them differently in innumerable tries But the lies don’t help, I drown in remorse My guilt only aggravates this unbearable loss! Why does this memory have to ever last? Why does my present wander to my past? Each second spent to recall what’s gone Makes it even harder to move on It’s a wicked trap that befalls all men For t...

Embossed on this fine road, My footprints will not erode Forgive me, I didn't intend to deface I am guilty of only leaving my trace No one cares for me, no one will remember After all I am only a stray, not a dear I am not worthy of being your pet I am dirty, rowdy and a threat You are keen to chase me away, You throw stones, kick and betray my trust, when you call me near Fool me, only to mock your friend’s fear Why am I not lovable at all? Didn’t you pat me when I was small? Now that I have grown up in the street You refuse to play…instead you mistreat! I envy the collar he carries with pride I am alone; he has you by his side He knows the love I will never know There isn't a kind voice to ease my woe Am I any different from him? Maybe my shabby coat makes me the victim? But am I not exactly the same within? All I dream of is your heart to win When my life comes to an untimely end I am afraid I will have made no best f...