Losing you a second time...

Losing you a second time, it is like being blown over by a tempest which leaves me utterly sore inside...I wanted to write a poem, no, in fact a thousand poems for you, but I’m left with no strength to make lyrics and prose out of my words...

I’m only left like a bare lone lighthouse, from which the hurricane has already taken off all its paint. I feel as if I have lost part of me...part of me has flown off with you and will never come back again. I feel so empty inside, I don’t feel like my real self anymore...It is as if I am standing in front of a roaring sea; my tears lost with the waves and my cries unheard with the roar of the ocean. 

Now I know what it is like to love and lose.  If it is true that love brings magic in our lives, it is equally true that it brings us to a downfall when we lose it. I know the time we spent together is relatively short to human eyes, but it felt like an eternity for me, and I know it will take another eternity before I can finally move on and get rid of this pain...

Losing you a second time...After so many months, I wonder why it still tears me so much from inside...

Everyone dreams of having someone to hold on forever...

Hovering midway..caught up in between

The love songs that bring secret smiles,

Days, weeks and months of being lonely

Left midway on the pathway of  love

After having bared up innocent feelings...

Walking on for miles and miles

Nothing can erase feelings of one day or an eternity;

The world would be dying without Love...

Every night, I fall in love again,

Under camphor trees, basked with the violin's playing;

A tune that brings laughter and tears together...

I turn down love in the depth of this pain

But at times, the torn lover wish you could be staying

Every one dreams of having someone to hold forever...

Kill yourself and torture me...

Kill yourself and torture me...
That's all you are good at doing;
Escaping from what you feel,
Leaving hold of my hand mid-way...

Were you really in love with me,
that's all I got into believing;
Now my heart is sore and I won't ever heal
Whatever I say, whatever you say...

Why do you ask me...?

Why do you ask me

If I am okay,

When the answer is there in the silence

That separates us, that weighs so heavy

Upon my soul gone so lonely...

Why do you ask about my day?

Without you, there's no more essence

And deep inside, you are also like me;

A shivered soul pretending

That everything will be okay in the end

The memories will fly away

The smiles, the kisses will be forgotten,

But the truth is that it is not ending

Maybe time will carry it all like desert sand

But for now, we are both heart broken

And our heart still waits for some mending...'

Grey tints...

To die a little bit every day becomes a habit after a while

Like a wild flower withering in a lone field under the sun

Unknowingly awaiting for small drops of rain

To quench down an invisible thirst, an unseen yearning....

To fake down laughter and smile

Becomes exhausting on the long run

For there remains on the heart a little pain;

A little pain that amplifies at times, without logical understanding...

To keep on living and walking

When the heart has gone sore

Is like walking with a pebble in the shoe, striving to continue

Even if the horizon seems to be dark ahead...

Gloom remains close by, stalking

Over the soul that hopes no more...

Maybe someday Life will regain its former texture and hue

But grey tints now remain in every word, written or said...

Till then, I guess there will be more songs and poems on Love...

At times, the prettiest dreams end
And Life comes to a stop in the midst of nowhere...


Should I write about the dreams that have gone by
Dreams that hang in whispers of old forgotten songs;
Sweet romance on pallid summer nights...
The feelings of interlacing a pair of hands;
Of a kiss shared in the middle of nowhere..
If soft dreams like that end, it feels like we have gone far by
The real essence of life, w e have lost Love's cherished kingdoms;
Blown off  are the fires, the stars, the warm sunlight...


This is the after life of having loved and lost, of living
Simply for the sake of existing...


Will love ever shine again,
will someone else come by someday
To soothe the pains, the nightmare of having lost Love..?
Will we be given another chance, all the same?
Or has love gone forever from every fore coming day?
Till then, I guess there will be more songs and poems on Love...