Across the street and down at the mall
I thought I saw you last Fall
You turned away from me
I couldn’t be sure
If it was you or just my thoughts
My days have blown with the wind
Like the one that once blew over your face
It stroked you because it wanted to
Not just the wind or occasional rain
I seek to be with you throughout your pains
Hopeless and choiceless, I am stuck in midway
I can’t tell you my story nor can I say
That I don’t need you anyway
Maybe it’s about what prevails till the end,
Fear of your refusal or tenacity of my love?
Should I risk everything or maintain status quo?
The road less traveled is surely a treacherous road
The peace of mind and the blossoms of spring
I lose it all but I don’t complain
As long as you remain serene in my thoughts
I ask nothing but to live and love
Even if that love means nothing to you
Shouldn’t I change the water in pond?
Fresh change is something I must want
I counter myself and with a truth
The settled mud from the past might taunt
Threatening your tranquil image on the surface of pond
I don’t want to lose it
I don’t want to try
I will live like this
Like this I will die
Goodbye! My hopeless love
See you again in my dreams
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2 comments:
nice one there...striking similarities between you and your poem....haha......or lets call it a perfect reflection....
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