Why? : A Poem

Don't push me anymore, Don't hurt me anymore....
I am no longer a toy of yours, don't play with me, Please, No more....

It is painful, and it always will be...
The damn stories of yours, I'm sick of them, A reason, I can't see...

I don't show it, I never evinced you my disappointment...
But what remains is a broken heart, and a mind so faint...

The time with you, An epic lie, however, was my great love feat...
Now All I regret is being me, 'A Life' Unfinished, 'A Poem' Incomplete...

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Me And Me : A Poem

I am Cold And Gray...
World's nude today, hardheaded...

I was wrong, So What?
Adding one more experience, in life's cart...

Let's go, find out what's true...
Realism is delusion, a psychotic belief...

There should be me, all me, and myself...
You can Call me mean, call me mingy, or whatever in your view...

I care not, I worry not, I'm overloaded already.
It feels like, I'm deep in ocean, still indigent for water.

Lets go back, Lets think about that time...
When I felt young, I felt raw...
Something outrages me, now, still, like an accidental crime...

What resides now is experience, and some regret.
High hopes, I still try, And I will transmigrate...

Festival Of Colours : A Poem

The festival of color, entailing love, and friendship, is of no importance to a person, who, from inside is not receptive to love.

Numerous seasons passed, but that person, has only a festival to swank, a persona to fake, in this vast colorful move.

Today, Play the festival of color with a person inside you in darkness. May he be exposed to you. Happy Holi.

P.S : God is Good, and merciful. He loves us all. Save Water for a cause.

My Journey : A Last Time

My journey had been all about love...
During this journey I had discovered...
...More and More, How sincerely I loved her...

...And I feel glad, I feel good,
Love, As It Is, ravishing, charming...

...I understand what love actually was.

Its much deeper, much deeper than flaunt hand-holdings, and romanticism...
..It's more than a missing feeling, a cuddled pact, or a diddle...

...Its in the longing, the pure reason,
...Its in the waiting, what we find in desire, and more in passion.

A Passion to do anything for someone...

..Love makes them, The-ME, stand thousand storms...
...For Love makes it worthwhile.

...AFTERALL

The journey, for me, was all about love....

A Small Wonder : A Poem

Millions in my mind, Never do I find...
A lover better then you, says my mind.

I love you, And I love you more each day...
The gravity of your love, these words doesn't lay.

The beauty of your love, and your heart.
The strength of our love, in vigilance, will never let us part.

"Love is futile, an otiose effort", All they say...
...But its a bloom for me, never a slay...
...May remain its heyday, is all I pray...

I wonder, how can I find...
A love as beautiful as this, A love of this kind.