Mea Culpa

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.