AS THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE...

These days, as the clock strikes 12,i go to bed
taking with me, some old memories, in my head.
It reminds me of the time when i used to get bliss
and also think of someone whom i dearly miss.

These days, as the clock strikes 12,i remember some moments of elation
which i used to get whenever with someone i used to've a conversation.
Though after each call, it used to leave me wanting for more
i didnt know that the other i had left feeling bore.

These days, as the clock strikes 12,i sometimes begin to wonder
about the reasons, why our relation got broken and got asunder.
Was it that by my dealings, she never felt or got impress
so that she moved on without giving me a reason to express.

These days, as the clock strikes 12,i try hard to go to sleep
as it is difficult to console my heart that is out to weep.
No longer will be on my lips, someone’s familiar name
and for my indifference, i have to take the blame.

IF YOUR VOICE,I COULD HEAR...

The night is cruel and i can’t sleep
all alone, the heart is out to weep.
Atleast if i've to dispel all my fear
it would be your voice that i want to hear.

Forever, you will remain my baby
and whatever you say, would be a lullaby.
I know that you are somewhere far, yet near
and so i wish, your voice, if i could hear.

I remember those talks whenever we used to hiss
and at times, you used to plant me a kiss.
Atleast for me, i want certain things to be clear
and to feel that,i wish, your voice, if i could hear.

Someone like you, i won’t get for sure
as the love you've and persona is pure.
Yet i wish that you become my forever dear
regarding it,i wish, your voice, if i could hear.

ONE MONTH ON.....

Its been a month since the "demise"
and still my heart lets out cries.
The mind is unable to keep away
from thoughts that comes its way.







In front of all,i try to put a veil
so that none see me let out a wail.
Each time it hits me that my angel
i was unable to understand her well.










It worries me about tomorrow's sake
as to what direction life will take.
Its sure that she wont take me back
even if i confess that she,i lack.


Ever second of the day goes slow
and still answers i want to know.
Unrest is there as passes every moment
and surpresses feelings that are vehement.

But someone apparently is at "peace"
though my feelings for her,wont cease.
All that i can do is reminiscence and write
without caring whether its wrong or right.

THE MOBILE COUNTER...

On the floor, whenever hither and dither, I wander

my eyes fall on something there in the corner.

That’s where i used to recharge a number 9********0

so that in her heart, I could always remain a hero.

That was done, for presence in my life, as a gratification

apart from ensuring that there would be continued communication.

All that i used to do was a "chota"recharge for Rs 30

sadly for all that i did, she deemed me to be someone thrifty.

Being in touch, those days, for both, was really vital

and this recharges used to be some sort of a ritual.

This i did whenever i had money a little excess

so that,atleast by this, she would get impress.

Alas, now that she has gone away, has left me sad

as i thought she was the best anyone could've had.

Slowly and steadily, the familiar counter,i pass

in my heart, I silently mourn her loss.

I WONDER WHERE THEY ARE....

Not long ago, here, a couple used to sit
love on their faces, always used to be lit.
Now it is many days they've come this way
and so wonder, nowadays, where are they.

Around the park, arm in arm, they would go about and walk
and seat themselves here so that their eyes could talk.
I was the lone witness to hear what all they had to say
but from a long time i wonder, where are they.

In each other's love, they would go on to bask
thinking that separating them was a Herculean task.
Though they might've not known what in the future lay
still offlate I cant help to wonder, where are they.

They were the best couple i had known
and without their presence, I feel alone.
As i want to see them come back what may
hope I’ll never have to wonder where are they.