Broken Heart

I wear a smile for this world,
But beneath that I hide a broken heart.
I may behave as if I've forgotten you,
But it is indeed so hard.

Even today if I hear someone talking about you,
My whole attention goes there.
Even today I think about you all the time,
Whether I'm busy or I'm spare.

I feel agitated and hurt when I see you with him,
You simply forgotten our past.
You appear so comfortable and at ease,
After breaking my fragile heart.

You may have stopped thinking about me,
But for me its not easy.
You were the first girl, I trusted completely on,
And it seemed that only for me, you were born!

You were as pretty as the red rose,
I could read you in every romantic prose.
Whenever I rose up to feel the breeze,
I felt as if you were hugging me with ease.

Whenever I stand below the shower,
I remember our first rain.
Whenever I see you infront of my eyes,
I forget all of my pain.

Perhaps I was really smitten by you.
But I couldn't help myself from loving you.
I could hear your heart beat from far,
As it helped me to act strong and concentrate my power-

To fight this cruel world which loathed us,
And never wanted us to be together.
No one could watch you and me,
Walking together happily and carefree.

Still we did not care this world,
And to each other we were always open.
You stayed in my heart with comfort,
But today I'm heart-broken.

I remember once you said,
"I'm glad to have you as my love.
I will walk with you even in cold and heat,
And I'll keep you in my heart till its very last beat."

But you didn't keep your promise for long.
You left me alone to face the storms.
You were the one who filled me with elation,
But today because of you I'm heart-broken.

To intensify my pain you found another one,
Who could complete my space.
That day I was fully ruined,
And thousand tears left my eyes with haste.

Wherever I go today, my eyes look sad,
They remember that fun which we had.
You have certainly found in him your better part,
But what about me and my broken heart?

Untitled

I paced slowly to the school with an upset face,
Helplessly thinking about the hatred which I would embrace.
I had to apply a lot of effort to drag my feet,
Which became stiff so as to prevent my eyes to bleed.

They were quite aware of the pain that I suffered,
Because of which my all confidence was deterred.
I was reluctant to step into my school,
And I prayed to the Lord to claim all of my fuel.

But my wishes are the last ones to come true,
I had to go and stay with those few -
Who made my life miserable, faded and less free,
And during every night their sad reminiscence hovered above me.

Whenever anyone saw me, a pool of hatred could be sensed in the air,
And a spate of mockeries flowing shamelessly would come and stare -
Me, the way I live my life and the failure I've accounted for these years,
And my inability to struggle against them and mutely display my fear!

I have a name, which had been popular some years ago.
My perfection was used as an example and even my humble ego!
'Whatever good I achieved, I deserved', people used to say,
Then why only they are exposing me hard to an intenser day?

Today, more than my actual name I'm popular with my titles,
All those nasty, hurting phrases which are never subtle.
I have lost my identity and my charm is lifted,
Even that little hardihood I possessed is adrifted.

People still talk of me but that talk is full of contempt,
Why are everyone's words brimmed with revenge?
I'm exhausted finding a friend who could hold me,
And would lend his attention to attend my melancholy!

My eyes are welled.
Why such treatment I always felt?
Am I such a burden to bear?
Why I have only tears to share?

I feel suffocated and wounded when I meet these people everyday,
My mind tells me to approach them and say,
"Please don't ruin my life, give me another chance,
I can't afford to live a life in a neglected trance!"

It has been years since I'm facing this hatred which is always on elevation,
I've become rusted because of mockery and immense depression.
I want that people should call me by my actual name,
And for that I'm ready to shun all my popularity or fame!

Till then I call myself 'untitled'.
As it is better than those remarks,
I wish to walk no more frightened,
By the intensity of the dogs' barks.

I Miss You

Your every thought brings tears in my eyes,
Your every gift fills me with a dark joy.
Our every snap fills me with remorse,
Heck, why our friendship was divorced?

I know I've allowed everything to end,
But today my ego has bend.
I cannot simply watch you fade away,
I wish if you could stay.

In a second I decided to end it all,
I allowed our trust and love to fall.
I've realised that love is not how well we understand each other,
But, it is how well we avoid misunderstanding to occur!

My shoulder feels empty as you aren't there,
To cry on it and feel safe.
My eyes are unable to see another face,
And it feels as if someone has shaken my base.

Your laugh filled me with elation,
Your presence fetched me out of dejection.
Your trust on me enlivened my dead thoughts,
And even my cripple hopes could then walk!

Everytime I decide not to think of you forces me to think about you even more!
You are like that wave who incessantly strikes the shore.
Your departure created some emptiness in my life,
And again, I started to feel deprived.

I wonder how important you were to sustain me,
I behave lost as no one is holding my hand today,
Shall I tell you, "Come back to me!"
Or continue to wander and appear stray?

Shall I approach you and blurt out,
"I need you to love, I need you for a kiss,
I need you for a hug; you are my bliss!
Your absence has caused me to deplete,
Because you're the one who makes me complete" ?

I miss you in the rain, I miss you in the cold,
I miss you when I pretend to be bold.
I miss you whenever I have coffee,
Or when someone offers me your favourite toffee...

I miss you.
My heart reverberates your laughter.
My eyes see your face in the water.
My hands feel you in open air,
I wish if your beauty I could stare!

I miss you even though I was the one who told you to leave -
More than you I was subjected to grief.
But at that time, it was indeed so hard to live with you,
It's only today that I've realised, it's harder to live without you!

The tree of my life

It stood erect with no leaf to adore it,
It appeared bad, ugly and sick.
Perhaps it lost against the long autumn,
As it appeared no winsome.

It had no leaf to breathe but semi-open lenticles,
Which helped it to live.
It had no luxuries, no companions,
Who stood by it's side.

That tree was alone in that scorching heat,
With it's feeble heart.
It could not fasten up its tardy beats,
In that sunshine so harsh.

From morning till evening it showed the same expression,
It had no alternative.
It just looked back to think of the reason of its depression,
In the same land where it was a native.

That tree was fully ignored by every creature who passed it,
As it did not even have shade for a passer-by to sit.
Moreover, it was diseased, leafless and unsightly,
Devoid of any mirth flowing briskly.

Every chirping bird perched upon a nearby tree,
And stared at it with contempt.
They wondered how lifeless and dejected one can be,
After watching it sad but standing erect.

Days after days, weeks after weeks,
That tree was unable to restore even a stub of its gleams.
It still looked the same, secluded and worthless,
And it never gave any comfort to those who were helpless.

It was weak and found difficulty in facing rough storms,
It was on the verge of collapse.
Any unfavourable event could uproot it,
And then ultimately on the soil it would relax.

It was so unlucky and inauspicious,
That near it no sapling could be seen.
Even the little grass decided to walk away,
From the place where that tree had been.

The rain also became partial,
It did not spell showers on that tree.
The rain knew that it can never blossom,
Or swirl to express its glee.

On the whole that tree proved to be nothing good.
It was just a burden.
It never lived but only existed,
In this joyous Earth full of fun.

This was the tree representing my life,
As putrid, pale, motionless and sterile.
But the only difference is I'm able to shed a tear,
Which that tree could not to express its dolor.

The Shadow

I find myself in the shade and look up at sun,
I even watch some kids playing and having fun.
I sit under a tree and gaze at the flowers,
I feel the toil which nourished them calmly after hours.

I see the birds twittering and chatting with their mates,
Ignorant of that snake which could decide their fate.
Those kids who laughed and giggled beneath the sun,
Were also unaware if they were aimed by somebody's gun.

Every virtue of nature was so relaxed that day,
Even though the weather was sweltering on that bright May.
I felt comfort and peace in that tree shade,
As I always loved those areas which were fade.

I noticed a child coming with his grandfather,
The child walked fast but the grandfather's pace was slower.
Still he tried to fasten up his steps to match his grandson,
Even though he perspired because of the fierce sun.

They walked past the tree under which I sat,
And I kept gazing at that old man and his brat.
I watched them until they disappeared in the light,
The sun still hot shining with all its might.

Wherever they went, someone followed them.
That someone was lifeless and dark.
Even though that old man and the child were happy,
Still that someone was pale with no spark.

It was their shadows which walked along them,
Without letting them know that they were there.
The shadows were the contours of their beings,
Who watched them even though they could not stare.

I noticed the shadows of the child and that old man separately,
And found even the shadow of the boy walked hurriedly.
As that old man lagged behind and walked slow,
His shadow also maintained that retarded flow.

With age when we change, many things about us also change,
Our once lively shadows also behave strange.
Once when they used to be energetic and fast,
Also lose their euphoria when we eventually retard!

Also the behavior of the shadows is quite bizarre,
Even though they be with us whether we walk near or far.
When the sun shines, then only they show their sight;
And disappear quite mysteriously during the night.

When we need them as a support, as a friend at dark times,
They don't reach us to tell not to whine!
And when we're happy and living in the light,
They become dark and depress our elated sight.

Still, they are faithful enough to us,
They give us company till our life comes to an end.
Then, even they disappear,
Fathoms below where our ashes meet the sand.

Exactly like us, they come to this world,
They walk, they grow and attain age.
And like us, they perish when their time to live is over,
In this world's stage.

Your face was burnt

You were my candle; my spark,
You helped me to feel the light and escape the dark.
You were the flame of my life,
In your warmth and light, I revived.

Your smile coloured the dark patches within me,
You always held me whenever I fell free.
You were my love, the molecule of my being,
With you I never felt alone and my life seemed interesting.

But who likes me? Who likes my choice?
You were rejected in my family.
I retaliated, I intensified my voice,
But no one was ready to accept you happily.

They asked me to forget you,
And blow off that flame which you produced -
In me, my spirit and my dead hopes,
That told me to make friends out of the foes.

Obviously, I didn't lend my ears to hear them.
I ignored their pleas and orders.
I had accepted to face their whims,
Than to part from you, my lover!

Still they wished to delete you from my mind,
So they searched my room to find -
Our all snaps, letters, gifts and flowers,
Which we had exchanged after spending hours.

I stared in amazement at their hard-work,
They discarded everything which you presented me.
But they forgot one of your pictures,
Which I held in my hand confidently.

To my ill-luck, they noticed me hiding it.
They snatched it from me and ordered me to sit.
They lighted that snap which they had hunt,
And in front of my very eyes, your face was burnt!

But girl, you are still alive in all my dreams.
I love you pure and I'd never be able to forget you, it seems.
I don't care even if the entire world is against us,
Because my world is you and you are my lust!

Falling Leaf

I was once green and resided so high,
Breathing in the sky and waving to the birds passing by.
I used to float in the air, attached to my petiole,
All happy and easy felt my lucky soul!

I was fresh then and looked inviting,
Every nightingale perched on the branch I was on.
They used to hum a song so enchanting,
Whenever they passed me during the dawn.

I had so many friends, always there next to me.
We danced together whenever the wind blew free.
I was the special leaf of my Mother Tree,
Who loved my dance the most in the fair breeze.

I was so pampered, I was highly loved,
It was only I whom every relative served.
With time I grew big and prettier,
And the love and attention I got made me happier.

But slowly and gradually I started to lose my charm,
I started turning yellow and pale.
I was so shocked and alarmed -
I tried everything to protect myself but failed.

I lost my colour, I lost my beauty.
I turned brown, patched and ugly.
I was diseased and I became weaker,
I felt someone cursed me to appear putrid and meeker.

I started to lose my friends and birds also ignored me now,
My tree diverted her attention to other leaves that were still fresh.
I saw no one who could help me recover,
Those who saw me simply dashed.

That breeze in which I used to dance earlier, plucked me.
I parted from my base and started to fall down by gravity.
There were tears in my eyes and anguish in my veins,
But no one bothered about me or appeared sane.

I did float in the air as earlier,
But the difference was this time I had no life.
I was no longer joyous or happier,
As I knew I would land on the sharpest knife.

My actual life is so like my imaginary leaf –
It will also ultimately rest in immense grief.
I’m neither on the top nor have I reached the bottom,
But I’m falling, falling towards the dark destination…