Saturday 10 May 2014

#OneLastTym....:(

One,two,three and four,
about to approach the exit door,
everyone dressed like kings and queens,
but still behaving like teens,
standing there staring at each other ,
no expressions just a sigh,
eyes about to go wet,
some even started to cry,
clueless how the time passed by,
ready to bid each other their last good bye.
the breeze stood still out there,
giving each one of us a tough stare,
indicating now its your time to leave,
its your farewell you are about to receive,
this moment brought the time to still,
as the parting task was quite uphill,
everyone wished  time repeated itself like a rhyme,
wishing to relive it again once #One Last Time.

Thursday 8 May 2014

"Some Words Are Better Left Unsaid...."

Going An year Back,
sitting on the same staircase with the same old stack,
hoping his cell might blink once again,
coz that was the main cause of his desperation and  pain.

It's already been an hour or two,
since he last heard from  you,
an insecurity running deep down his soul,
it seemed as if he was about to loose control.

The reason neither he could know,
nor he was able to guess,
for his mind the thing was becoming a mess,
And after a long wait he sighted a blink on his cell,
after reading it his expression was "what the hell",
he felt something fishy, there was something wrong,
he called her again but she did'nt pickup her phone,
tears started rolling down his cheeks,
he started crying louder just like a freak,
he did'nt knew what the hell went wrong,
because he was the only one she never gave upon.

The message read "you have broken my trust",
all the feelings about you have begun to rust,
he knew not what was the real cause of this pain,
Coz he never really got  himself a chance to explain,
he was confused what was right and what was wrong,
so he penned down his feelings into this song.

He regretted he gave upon her without a fight,
coz it would only bring pain but no respite,
love ain't like a battle which you win or lose,
it's like something where you don't get to choose,
 Now He knows thing's  are broken,
 still hanging there in his head,
you might have spoken,
But on his part,
Some words are better left unsaid.