Another hopeless poetry in the making
Yet another story in its faking,
Words scrambled in a synchronized rhyme
Not an art but an attempt to do away
the time.
True! Time don’t heal no broken heart
And a broken heart ain’t no sugary
tart.
Tuning to petty love songs trying to
revert
What was gone only adds up the hurt,
Six degrees of separation don’t console
a broken heart,
I doubt if it would ever be in the next
birth?
We moved on, yes time compelled us,
Time is selfless and knows no trust,
Had it known, it would have surely halt
a fix
When two hearts collided in a perfect
eclipse.
Much as I hate to admit it too –
Yes! The social network makes it worse
too!
A crime of stalking our past in vain
Solves nothing but stacks up the pain,
Of reminding myself that we’ve drifted
apart
And damn! Reconciliation is strictly
barred!
Suitors come and gone disguised
With an unsatisfied kiss realized,
The world is too much a mess
When the heart beats out of broken
regrets.
Nevertheless the heart wanders out of
thirst
But never did it quench its thirst at
first.
False romance, false
infatuations,
Testing the waters in awkward situations;
Never satisfying, never quenching,
Ever roaming yet never settling for a
zing.
What is beheld of me is uncertain –
Maybe death or an unexpected bargain,
But as of now I’m still mourning the cherished,
For the great love that once flourished
Long time ago, but near heart ago,
Yes! Humor the above but that’s what I sow.
Mea culpa for not tending the
Us when it needed be,
And here I am hopelessly tangled in its
debris
Cause the heart never retreats to
resolve
Where it has terribly trodden in love.
