The Ones Left Behind to Lurk

The ones left behind, to grace old photos
And be glanced at during reminisces
Of some long-gone sunny day,
Or bitter wintry morn,
Where have they faded,
Those who afforded us
A happy hour, gilded our lives
With their careless tales?
Where have they gone,
Abandoned by the road,
Where their paths and ours diverged?
Do they still talk in the old ways,
Tuck away loose strands of hair,
Smile, so sweetly, with an edge of pain?
Or have they too altered beyond recognition,
Those half-forgotten childhood friends?
And are we, perhaps, their gentle ghosts,
Peeping out old year-books,
Blessing discarded dreams?

Golden Glasshouse

………………………………….golden glasshouse………………….

The awkward silence
The placid quiver
The soliloquy ends.

If I could
I would
I say.

But if only you knew
The words wud sway?

The name you bear
In My heart it is share.

Tonight you change
Only leaving behind
Every felt passion confirmed

Wanting yet one
To be close and undone
Together lips to meet
Heart gone upbeat

Simple words flow
Nerve seems to echo
Just give me a chance
Or some more days
To make you feel
This way again.

This way again
I feel tonight
Awkward silence
And placid quiver

In your presence
I shiver.
Just envelope me still
Together
Coz I must and We will.

Don’t go already
Please stay?
I wilt without u near.
Please stay.

Don’t let it change
Don’t break my glasshouse
Don’t blow it away
Just build it with me
For our future stay

amIT singh
manIT bhopal.
11 th jan 08,23:43

ME Myself and HER

Look back at the day it all began.
Your taste still lingers here.
Your touch still invades my world.
You got your wish.
But what about mine?

How long is this going to last?
Some questions have no answers…
Some things are better left unsaid…
Some words are never spoken…
They are felt.
I am still dreaming.
I wish I could wake up.

You still have that effect on me.
It rains because I still cry.
Why do I run away?
I wish you could know why I do this.
I can still hear you breathe.
I can still smell your scent.
I wonder why I love you still?

I don’t know you anymore.
But I know my scars.
I can show you.
Are you ready?
Do you even remember me?
Do you even read this?
She does.

She knows I am wounded but loves me still.
Who’s love is greater?
Mine or her’s?
I hope love does not do the same to us.
She tries to fix me,
and makes a bigger mess.
She tries to love me anyway.

I know you’re happy without me,
and that you are sad as well.
Is it possible to love a dead heart?
Can you answer that?
I guess it is…
because she loves me…
…and I love you.