Cold.

Cold,
she used to often accuse me
Of being.
Didn’t she know, she was the only warmth
In my never ending winter?
She says,
My face doesn’t light up
When she exclaims “I love you”
How can it?
When all you knew until now was hatred,
Curses being spewed at you?
So much, that love is just a word now?
How?
Can I allow her
The light in my moonless sky
To love me
And darken her bright aura
In my grayish hue.
So
I wait
For her love to wane.
I act cold.LRM_EXPORT_20170416_020732

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Orphan.

He plays.

He laughs.

He runs like an athlete,

when the teacher says,”Go!”

He is happy.

He is normal.

At least that’s what he tries to show.

He wins every game of hide and seek.

Well practiced from hiding his sorrow.

He passes every day,

hoping,

that he will see her again,

maybe tomorrow?

He eats his food,

cooked with care.

But if asked,

always ready to give up his share.

Always lying he had something before.

No one knew,

all he longed

was to eat from her hand,

just once more.

He remembers her tinkling bangles,

when she used to dress him up

for school.

That sweet memory now faint.

He will play.

He will laugh.

He will run.

But with a childhood 

that will always be taint.

 

 

Fear.

What is it that you want?

What gains do you seek?

Whose company you ask him for on the nights you have to weep?

Sleep?

I know it doesn’t come,your heart gives a shriek.

Is there anyone to hear,

anyone to calm you?

No,you shriek.

You never thought before losing the shells,

that you were advised to keep.

You ran,ran chasing your dreams,

never hearing her agony,her screams.

But now you are away,

far away from your home.

You rose to success,standing high over the carcass of feelings,

but now all alone.

It is a cloud,friend.

It shall disappear.

But you can never go back to sleep,

I fear.

Regret.

Shimmering in the night,her eyes were wet,

but now looking back,she had no regret.

He shouted,she fret,calling him a bloody castrate.

He hit,she cried.

No love,just a never ending fight.

Drinking all day,he came back late.

As always,in total silence he ate.

Sober or drunk,all he spewed was hate.

She cooked all day,thought of the spark,a date!

But the compliments didn’t come,

even after the tense wait.

He washed,he changed,

then he said”I am going to bed.”

She cried for hours,until her eyes became bloodshot,

red.

A decision so sudden,it had to ruin her life.

She slit his throat in his sleep,deep with a kitchen knife.

He looked at her,blood gushing,the light leaving his eyes,

and all she said was,”I tried. I tried to be a loving wife.”

But now he was dead,his eyes were cold.

Time,she thought,how beautifully it moulds people,

the power it holds.

She took the keys and drove to the hill,

they had met their fate ,though ill.

And when she stood on the cliff’s edge,her eyes were wet.

But looking back now,she didn’t had a single regret.

God rang me up.

god rang me up,
and said,
be ready my child,i want you back
in my abode,in a day,
i won’t waste a second from then,
i will run,run to you,my life,
i will take your hand,and ask you to come,
come love,be my wife.
i will ask you to walk,
walk with me forever,
that wont be long,as my forever won’t last for ever,
i will take you to the places,
where we laughed,where we ate,
you will smile heartily on seeing,
where we had our first date

god rang me up,
and said,
be ready my child,you have a few hours left,
i would hold you in my arms,
and keep your head on my lap,
would you fancy a small nap?
so i can look at you,
remember your lips,that contended smile,
each of your countours,each line,
i want to drink,
drink in your beauty,
i hope your face remains in my memory,though sublime,
love,i shall wait,
wait for you up there,
fifty or a hundred,do i care?

i know when you shall wake up,
it would be hard,
but love,believe me
my heart will be charred,
to leave you,
but,
now i shall take my leave,
i love you my love,
promise me,you won’t cry much,
when you heave.