miles and miles
of dry cold sands,
an endless oblivion
and high wold lands.
trapped in this circle,
an orbicular horizon,
where darkness rises, sets
and turns stale and wizen.
even so, i’ll move on
if you tell me this,
that this is your shadow;
not darkness nor abyss.
a sleepless night
passed quite quietly
immersed in thoughts
and memories sweetly
cherished and kept
alive, though lightly,
in the very depths
of my heart, silently..
alone in this room;
bein blind’s not hard
nor’s it to b paralyzed..
wats hard is this pain
of bein forgotten;
of this fear that says
u’ll no longer exist
in those very hearts
that urs always bet for..
these fields wer alive once
with leaves of every shade
lush in the mornin warmth
a haven to behold, live in.
yet ur fathers wudnt stop
n now u, u too..
countless days in my arms
yet all forgotten now.
wont u leave me to live?
to hold ur great grand son?
but if u think u must
then, atleast, keep the roots..
once in a while it happens..
someone comes in your life.
n goes aways jus like that.
no name, no address.
does somethin for you, somethin special.
sometimes u notice it n sometimes u dont.
may b it depends on your level of desperation.
n u realize at some point of ur life or the other -
sometimes sooner, sometimes a lot lot later -
that things wudnt hav been the same without that person.
who was it?
just some good passer-by?
some well wisher u never bothered to ask the name?
an angel sent down?
or somethin written down to happen when it shud?
it’s been long since he’d been here
the sun with its last rays
n everythin else goin stale..
memories are clouding again
of those valentines’ gifts,
late candle night dinners
n the li’l hearts so sweet.
but fates not all that red
not all that sweet or nice..
