Sunday, June 21, 2009

IT


It stays quiet

But its silence speaks.

And it lives on

But not like before.


It never leaves your side.

It loves you and it cares.

Because it lost you before

And wished to find you again.


But does its wish come true?

You can say best.

Because it never judged.

But you did.


It can give up the world.

It can give up its bread.

It can balance you against the world.

And you would still be heavier.


But ‘you’ are not ‘it’.

It had lost you forever.

But it didn’t give up.

May be it was wrong.


It is not a gift.

It is not what you wanted.

Ignore it and hurt it.

It stays quiet and numb.


May be it loses to Fate again.

May be it is cursed forever

Never to find you.

But it still tries and tries.


It was burned and bruised.

And battered by Fate.

It looked for someone.

And it was you.


But it was a different you.

That is what it thought.

You looked through it then.

So what stops you now?


Was it too much for you?

You never expected it.

It is your pillar, you say.

Then why do you break it?


You forget it.

But it never does.

It is just a child.

So it just cries.


It trusted you blindly

Because it was blind.

It still trusts you blindly.

Now that it is not.


And when it is gone,

Then you will feel for it.

What it had been

And what it had felt.


Is it a stranger?

But it sacrificed it.

It was not it for you.

But you were you for it.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

MEASURE ME

Is it just a measure

That you weigh me with?

When the balance tilts

On the side opposite me.


Doesn’t the sky seem bluer

That someone has returned?

Returned just to leave again

Without fancies and fantasies.


Where is that void

For which I search?

Which I dread

But you don’t.


Can my love be measured?

Of course it can:

With material things

Like shining silver pieces.


Does green seem blue?

Of course it does:

For blue is the colour

That I live with.


Can my heart bleed?

Of course it can’t:

For it is drained

And has no blood left.


Can words be blank?

I can’t say that:

May be they don’t express.

Or can they even deceive?


Does the balance still tilt

To the side opposite me?

May be it does.

Because I am void.


And so is my heart.

But the pain is heavier

And the burden lighter.

For me – its all the same.


But do I not shout?

It can’t pierce the wall.

The other side you stay

And leave me to die.