ABOUT MEMORIES

A turmoil, feel like standing

In the eye of the storm.

Ready to fall into the abyss.

Yet they wont let you.

You wanna die

But, they are keeping you alive

Not because they are good

But because they want you to suffer

Everything around you is an upheaval

Yet its calm and serene

Cause its not your surrounding,

Its you wailing

Like a child.

You wanna let go of the pain.

But somehow you have gotten used to it.

Its your fag.

You hate it.

And yet you love it.

You wanna cling to it

Day in and day out.

It’s a vicious circle

The memory is all you got of him..

You cant let go.

Even worse you WONT..

Cause he wont let go of you…

UNDER THE GRAVE

A wilted rose on a stone

Atop a thousand wilted wishes

Waiting forever to bloom

To touch the future’s kisses.

A thousand miles trodden by the feet

Shades under which he used to sit

All cry softly on his departure

Their  tears wilted in their  stature.

He was born and he aged

He had lived and loved

Now he is gone

And no one has come to know.

The rose on his grave adorns

The earth that covers him

He can witness it from his cave

For he now rests under the grave.

A SILENT DEATH

In the silent song of the night,

Wilts the lovely rose,

The lover curses the dark,

For his silent death it marks.

In the silent beauty of the morn,

Cries the moon in the heaven

For in the light of the dawn

The  stars die a silent death.

I bumped  into silence once

Asked what she is…

She said “ I am the voice of  your heart,

When it has nothing to speak.

I am in the heights of the mountains

I am the melody or heart f the sea

I am how your heart weeps

When it dies a silent death.”