Reflection

Despair ruling my heart,
Loss is piercing like poison dart,
Its bright and sunny outside,
But dark and cloudy on the inside!

But I am not sad, I am not gloomy,
My heart is broken but still roomy,
I am happy, one can say,
Loneliness doesn’t hurt, but failure may.

My insides are beginning to churn,
Hope fades as my heart begins to burn,
Someone’s absence is being felt,
The cavity is vacant where she dwelt!

I don’t think she’ll ever go away,
Still it’s evident that there is no way,
I feel the tidings of fate,
And dream about my mistakes of late.

Loss of a Friend

Truth indeed it is, when they say,

The sun should shine while you make hay!

Some things are better left untold,

Tea doesn’t taste good when it is cold!

Emotions are hard to check,

When the chords of friendship start to break.

Absence of your friend stings,

In his presence the feeling shrinks.

His attention seems diverted from you,

The pain’s like a bolt from the blue.

One cannot expect a friend to stay for-ever,

His loyalty strays and lasts never.

However, loss is imminent,

The pain one endures is eminent.

But some do not last so long,

They break down like a ladder without rung!!!

These are specifically my feelings and are related to me! These are not directed any individual or group of persons. Any such relation is purely co-incidental.

MORNING

Wake up! Its morning, the sun is burning,

Damp humours are rising up,

Elevating every tired mind,

This is no time for mourning.

My window is open, it’s chilly,

Sunshine ushers in a new warmth,

Feeding my cold skin with heat,

Thoughts get refreshed, being silly.

My blanket is welcoming,

Engulfs my body completely,

It gives a sense of comfort and satisfaction,

And delays the deed, that is coming,

A song plays in the back of my head,

Brings in old memories of childhood,

A tear sneaks past my hardened eyes,

And ignites the pain that is long dead.

I sense it’s time to rise,

To get to my daily routine,

And increase the tempo of my efforts,

To claim what seems to be the ultimate prize.

Sunset

Slow and steady I toil along,
Down the road to the town I belong,
After a hard day's work I return,
To find my city under the setting sun.

Flame-red rays lighting everything,
The crops look like fiery-beings,
A farmer is returning with his cart,
To get home and take his apple tart.

The sun is like an orange,
Gleaming red out-skin, looks strange,
Mist is reducing everything to a blur,
Everyone is tired including the mangy cur.

Night is falling fast,
And dusk wont last,
Gloom is deepening and there's lot to ponder,
When darkness settles yonder.

I sit upon the parapet on the terrace of my college hostel and look at the setting sun.