As the sound of footsteps
were no longer heard,
the giggles vanished
the cute shouting
The ride along the
road turned into
a lonely trip.
She was there same time not there.
She became Schrödinger’s cat
She took it all away
the smile, the happiness,
the very essence that
kept him alive.
She thought of it as a Yiddish
act what she did.
But she did not know
that, that was what
he liked it in her
cause she made him feel like
a kid without being ashamed of it.
She outgrew it while he was
dragged into that state of innocence.
Hands were clapped together to
every imaginary being
for mercy for a miracle.
The hands which never knelt before anyone
came down n fell onto her
he was immature for her now…
He cried a river and oceans for her
but she had built a dam
to obstruct those from reaching her.
The soul which was once alive
died, it died a death that it
wished not even
worst of his enemies should get.
Silent cry for peace was witnessed by the 4 walls
and the darkness of his room.
Madness was the only way out.
From a one faced man,
he turned himself into a two-faced person.
A smiling Buddha in the morning
and a fire-breathing dragon at night.
Death was the only wish he wished upon
the shooting stars.
his heart ached for the pieces of memories,
the arms longed for that last hug
cheeks wished for that one small kiss
heart prayed for that warmth she bestowed upon him.
From a depend less
person he had become
a dependent of a soul who left him in
the pit of fire.
Pages of poems, heaps of unsaid words
in form of letters all just to himself
meant for her.
For fate, life, destiny all
played one of the most cruelest joke
from transforming a beast into a
human and later let him rot in
the agony of memories.
Heart was broken, mind was
shattered, soul damaged.
He lost himself, searching for her.
In the streets, in the buses in the trains,
in the garden, all but in vain
for it was all gone she
was in the arms of another man.
All he could do was ponder as to
what he did wrong,
what was it that he fell short of.
As he heard her name his eyes
would glow with a hope that she is
He would search the crowd with
a hope that she may be around
only to realize she is present in his
heart and soul.
Anger and sadness walked inside
while smile danced outside.
People disturbed his soul,
whilst solitude rejuvenated.
All that was left was memoirs of the
glory past where she walked beside him
now all that was left was a damaged armor
with a sword on his back
passing through the heart
as a mark of the LOVE that
once tamed the savage beast.
Words wanted to come out
but couldn’t speak out
for the senses also cheated .
Hope was lost, dreams were crushed.
Happiness was destroyed.
A mini-universe within
collapsed onto destruction.
All the alcohol in the world
all the smiles in the universe
could not relieve him
of the fire burning inside..
The flame burns till now
hoping for her return
destroying him inch by inch.
Somedays he wants to destroy
somedays he just wants to see the world
burn down by itself.
Somedays he wants to hunt down the wolves
somedays he becomes the wolf.
Some days he is at a paradox with himself
and some days he is at peace.
And that my friend is the reality
the bruises that love leaves behind
when love leaves………
That is the state of the heartbroken
who fight the demons which they
pain is a daily
routine when one tries
to express in words they just go
numb…. for some pain
are felt and not expressed
for some emotions are cruel