| If you knew it would be the last time
That you would see me fall asleep, would you tuck me in more tightly, And pray the God my soul to keep? If you knew it would be the last time
If you knew it would be the last time
If you knew it would be the last time,
But just in case you might be wrong,
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
That you didn't take that extra time
So hold your loved ones close today,
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
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The dreary Evening has set in,
The Sun is on its downward descend;
The birds swarm to their cozy nests,
And I sit here alone in the silence of the dusk.
I know not what to think about,
The topics are too many to say the least,
But a face keeps flashing in my wary mind
Just wish people could see what a beauty he is.
Those beautiful eyes have the depth of the seas,
The endless silent space beseeches one to wander away;
Ah how do I explain his beauty!
One has to see it to understand, As I did.
The person is miles apart,
But he remains with me.........always,
When the lonely wind blows and the sun begins to set,
I begin to wonder is something amiss
Or is this what was meant to be?
Lots of people are in love.
Many a times I wonder how love would feel;
years have passed and I realize it now,Love is what I feel when I'am with you.
As I walk through those lonely roads and the wind touches my face,
I begin to yearn for love again, love from you again........ once more.
The light of the room is blazing at its best
Yet condensed darkness around
No birds chirping in the woodland
And silence inbound
Yet condensed
The cry of broken dreams
The sounds of the favorite voice
The tune of the ever desired smile
Buzzing like echo coming back time to time.
The stranger white clouds
Playing hide and seek with the moon
Yet the world is filled with melancholy
Raining of tears from the eye
Drops of sadness trickling down through the cheeks
No sniffle only rolling down of silent tears heavy and salty
Someone in the earth is sad and lonely.
The abandoned joy
The discarded commitments
The acute loneliness
Explore the world of melancholy.
The present is miserable
Seems like future doesn't exist
All there reigns is the past
None can edit.
Heart beating as always used to
Lung pumping as ever it do
Blood is red as usual
Only one thing missing
The grief is severe yet overcome,
just there is no feeling.
A sharp knife, a bottle of poison,
A spiral rope hanging from the ceiling,
A gallon of gasoline
There plenty of options out there for choosing.
All thoughts are centered
On composing the moment forthcoming
Now there is a future
There is a dream
The dead one can't come back
But the alive-ones can choose going.
(The poem is ended.
But I really can't conclude it.
My heart is not satisfied so the following verses are added.)
Step by step
Going ahead, the option of gasoline has been chosen
The body is wet, only one step left
Setting the fire on the head
Time seems to be stopped
Silence and darkness
Fire set but no pain
No warmth, no casualty yet.
On my surprise a cold hand in the forehead
Calling me to wake up
It is evening; not an idle time to lie in bed.
I can’t speak
Immediately a drop of tear
Start rolling down the cheek
I embrace you firmly
In the warmth of your bosom
Few words come out of my lip
“Never leave me alone,
I can’t live”.
I pause midway in the in the whirl,
Of deadlines, things undone,
And average the sadness and joys -
There remains only loneliness,
Of which I see no cure,
No bitter palliatives, no anodyne.
I remain in life’s journey,
Like a loner sitting depressed,
On solitary park benches, or,
Standing in balconies, staring,
Loneliness gnawing at my mind,
As hungry ants at a grain of food.
Often in life’s vicious lanes,
In lonesome moments,
It’s my failures I ponder,
Not trasient joys and victories,
I do not remember other's courage,
Only their faults, and habits.
When in each passing lonely moment,
I count the millions of joyous seconds,
I was alive to witness this world, and,
Hurtful mimetic thoughts that passed me by,
My loneliness vanishes, I scream,
“I live; I am alive this lonely moment.”
Dear Sir
No, you do not amaze me…!!! Because I know fasting has always been used as an insidious way by many of your kind. Of course, you have termed it as fighting for the common people, fighting for democracy, bringing in pro-people policies, fighting against corruption etc. Whatever be the reason, you have done it and will continue to do so….!!!
Gandhiji used it as a means of Satyagraha, to have the demands of the Indian met against an oppressive British regime. Fasting has been used a very effective political tool by many........like,The DMK patriarch Mr. Karunanidhi is one of the increasing popular politicians who have always used this tool.Recently, one was K Chandrasekhar Rao, when he took the ‘Fast unto Death’ demanding for Separate Telangana to be cut out from the state Andhra Pradesh.The grand old man of Maharashtra, ex-army man Anna Hazare made the whole of India come out on the streets when he took fast unto death against corruption. Many joined him as well, demanding for the Jan Lokpal Bill. Many social activists, intelligentsia, middle class Indian men and women and even you supported him. But the fate of the Lokpal bill today is akin to a pendulum….!!!
The latest addition and perhaps one of the most hyped ones is yours. you are now spearheading the movement against ‘Black money’ dumped in the Swiss banks. In such situations, the government will have no choice but to give in to your demands and pacify you with high but empty promises. We Indians have always been obsessed with laws and policies. But we fail to realize that the problem arises because of faulty implementation.But, I know you shall achieve your demands like many others have. You will make the Indian government bow before you.
You are the owner of a Scottish island, but claims to represent the poor masses,you run a profitable business selling Ayurvedic medicines, and could have a sales agenda; you enjoy support from communal and corrupt groups, which could quietly hijack your cause for votes; your campaign makes unreasonable demands that cannot be met overnight; and your rabble-rousing could create law and order problems.
Thus, you fail to raise any interest in me and I recommend you stick to ‘fasting’ to achieve as the yogi’s believe- PURIFICATION……………..!!!
Yours Sincerely
A ‘cynical’ Indian
Another day has passed to spend alone, I see, with just my memories for company.
Long hours to fill, an empty room, and sadness fills me as I roam.
I wander through the empty rooms, feel your presence…. Try to push away the gloom.
No one to share a word or joke, no one to hold my hands or hear a kind word spoke.
No one to share my thoughts…… So many things that were left unsaid.
Too much time to sit and think, too much time to sink,
Into hopelessness and pain…… If only I could have you back again.
There are two faces now to wear each day, two ways to live my life, it seems.
The outside world expects a smile, a pleasant face…. How’s your health and dreams?
I value every little word that’s said, they help to fill the empty spaces left ahead.
Then inside, all alone once more, I sit and watch the clock and door.
For time hangs so heavy now, and creases cover face and brow.
The phone sits silently and sulks, the mail box empty, walk, walk,
Around the room, do odd jobs, check the clock, then…. Oh god! Is it only half past two?(2AM)
I can't get the car out, drive, but where? It’s just as lonely everywhere.
People hurry by as if I don’t exist somehow, another lost face in the crowd.
Ah well, at last it’s time for bed, time to rest my aching head.
Another day looms up ahead, more hours to fill…. Fills me with dread!
