out of his and her life,
are at war.
no its not a battle,
bleeding of the soul.
wailing wind whistles shrilly,
singing his pyrrhic victory song.
wearing the moments wreath,
he walks away,
leaving not a trail,
which she can follow.
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You have changed, I think,
But I am no one to judge,
for better or for the worse.
not even allowed to ponder,
because in my hands it was not.
Not to judge,
you taught me well,
You knew you would change,
and drift apart
being judged is not what you would want.
Cannot tag you as bad,
blot you as wrong,
how am I supposed to forget
the past gone.
“I am responsible for you”,
You said once,
Yes, for all the pain you are responsible,
you did play that part.
So responsibly that the only pain I felt,
was not from the path of thorns,
or from bruises of the world,
but from whispers of my help,
echoed back from the dark oblivion you were now part of.
Tale of survival
Soliloquy of Sadness
Symphony of sounds futilely rushing through numb veins,
Smell of mud after the rain reminds of distant memoirs lost in pain.
Scrumptious savory food gone bland without salt ,
Scintillating moonlight fills no love lorn vault .
Softly Blowing spring wind chills the wailing heart,
Serenity of the distant sun lit mountains reflects melancholy so stark.
Starry shining sky staring down dimming the hope,
Soft sea Sand in hands slipping away beautiful moments tied in tight tide ropes…
PS: This poem was written in one of my most morose moods, but it served its purpose right ! :)
Bereaved in Blithe
Blazing fireplace in its glory bright ,
bids darkness away from the line of sight.
Beyond the room I still stand still,
bracing the looming shadows,
brooding over my silhouette on the wall.
Bearing bunch of belief staggering trepidations standing tall,
breach is what I am scared of above all.
Burning wait burdening bereaved heart,
beseech brevity of blithe life.