An empty heart...

Oh my dear friend,
Throughout my cursed life,
I’ve been living lies,
Been denying myself the joy,
Of being there for you forever,
All I’m left with now,
Is an empty heart.
I have always loved you,
Wanted much more from you,
But no, I stopped myself,
Just for the sake of friendship.
It’s a pain, for you hide your love,
You hide your heart’s desire
But, I’m not sure how you’d have taken it,
For you, Friends are just friends
and lovers are strangers.
Oh dear, I still cry thinking of the day
When I finally need to part with you,
Give you away to someone who
Doesn’t deserve you and love you,
On your wedding, I’ll be the saddest man on earth.
They say to win a diamond, you lose gold,
I lost everthing, just to be with you,
I love you more than anyone else does,
But, I know, six years from now,
I’ll lose you too…
Oh dear, Is there no way out ?
I need to stop writing now,
I’m crying…
But, still all I’ll be left with
Six years from now,
Is an empty heart.

A pool of blood...

Memories fade, incidents decay,
Voices turn to whispers,
Life moves on, leaving behind those,
Who can’t help themselves,
Time flies and anger yields,
Only the pain lingers.
Bubbles threaten to burst,
Squabbles turn to fights,
Life starts at eighteen, but,
Oh, ends, so awkwardly nineteen.
The trauma, the storm swallows,
Pride, ego and love forgotten,
Twists and turns treacherous,
Whips and burns pleasure us.
Lying in a pool of blood, a lake
Of death, a girl of nine raped,
A father of two, devil’s advocate.
Tongues out, A boy of twelve hangs
Peer pressure oh so loud,
Sex the key, the key to fame,
At fifteen, your fifteen seconds of fame.
Love for babies never so well proclaimed,
Time and tide wait for none, oh so ashamed.
Trials and tribulations, jails and revelations,
God waits, What we sow we reap,
What we reap makes us weep,
Life hots up at eighteen,
Hookahs, cigarettes, wine and beer inviting,
Nineteen is in, bring it on,
Clubs, pubs, discos, the young fad,
Ass, how dare you, that’s my gal !
Knives out, wrists sliced, love is pure,
So is death, and so is sorrow.
Fighting for a cause never got any bigger,
Twenty, and kids turn men,
The world soars, our lives sours,
And still we wait, the police included,
For God to come and wield his magic.

A storm...

My life ceases to flow, ceases to be colored,
Rendered black and white, bereft of its soul.
There was a time, when I had been a leaf,
Floating down the river of life, guided by the
Currents, God’s hand gently pushing me through,
There was a time, when I had been a drop of rain,
Looking so divine on the perch of the lotus,
A thousand lights flowing through my body,
Like heaven on earth and an abode of the being.
A storm spread its magnificent wings,
Spreading fear and hate in its wake,
The river began its tumultuous journey, and
I was lost in the shadows of the sea, crushed,
Never to float again, never to love again,
Never the same leaf again, oh so innocent.
The sun shone black, the sky turned white,
My life ceased to flow, my life ceased to be colored,
The lotus sank into the mighty God of water,
And I too drowned, as a drop, as a messenger
Of life’s pitfalls, Of God’s satire, oh so alone.

Hero...

Most of my life’s been one living hell,
I’ve had my back broken and my dreams shattered,
I’ve had my achievements wiped clean
With a whole lot of filth and dog’s shit.
I’ve had my back to the wall all these fuckin years,
I’ve been given a coffin to lay in and die,
Death, by the hour, by the minute, nail by nail.
No matter how many times you rise,
No matter how many times you triumph,
That coffin lies open, waiting for that one moment,
one slip, one fall, one bad move,
waiting for that one fuckin mo’ when something goes wrong,
It’s entire life is about lying in wait, crudely,
Cunningly, Ever so willingly for that elusive slip.
Oh, damn it if I fail to escape its clutches,
Damn it if I fall into its grasp,
Fuck, I want to live my life,
Go on, go on you dumb asses,
Try bringing me down, try pulling me by the leg,
Try to screw me, fuck me and spit me out,
I will leave my legacy behind.

Razor's edge...

I've been asked by quite a few of my blog's long time readers(yes.. I do have my followers..!! Check my profile views if you still don't trust me..!) that i must try to cut down on the level of english that I use (which is very low compared to normal standards anyway!). So, this poem is dedicated to all those people. I hope you enjoy reading this....

I’ve heard things about you that
I would like to believe aren’t true,
I’ve heard things from you, that makes me doubt
Whether our love for each other is really true,
I’ve noticed you talk to other guys,
But in a way that causes me discomfort,
Sometimes, that innocent laughter, the smile
That you share with the others cut me up
Like a razor’s edge.
I’m not comfortable with you mentioning
The guys so freely and so openly,
The fact that they’re calling you out someplace,
And the fact that you meet up wit them too.
I’m not sure why this feeling cropped up,
But, yes.. I’m jealous. I’m egoistic.
I want you for me and me alone.
You are the reason of my every dawn,
You are the reason that I live today.
And I want that reason to stay forever, mine.