Not again!

Posted by Zave | Posted in , , , , | Posted on 14:35


There you go again,
Cutting your heart out,
And handing him down,
Or is it only a tiny piece,
Of what might have remained,
Or is it just another deception,
A lie you have mastered by now.

Do you miss him?
Ah, I need to take names,
'Cause it so confusing!

Oh take anyone you please,
No one was different I guess,
Rather all were in their own way,
And yet stupid enough to be there,
Standing hand in hand with you,
Dream the most futile dreams,
Living in a childish hope,
That its this tale, the fairy tale,
The ultimate truth of life!

Do you even remember,
What was said to them?
What you said to them,
Yes, them all, its the same,
Wasn't it, every single time?

But who am I to say,
They paid their price,
Price for trusting you,
Handing it all down,
To every single penny,
Every drop of faith left,
Every bit of their love.

Ah, its rubbish to talk it all,
And yet I do, dunno why?

In the middle of the night,
Unslept and restlessly sad,
As if I know their pain,
I can feel them breath and cry,
Mourning none save their self,
In their dreams,
Dreams of tomorrow.

I write, I don't say

Posted by Zave | Posted in , , , , , | Posted on 12:20


You miss the signs,
Wasn't that meant for you?
Yes, you mess up my head,
Isn't that too much to do?

I want to put my heart and mind,
But you are a part of me, isn't it true?
And yet there you are, silent and cold,
Now tell me what am I supposed to do?

At dawn I still dream and listen to you,
Even as you are so far away, I try,
But all I get is some nonsense chatter,
Did I deserve that, is all I can think?

I know even before you say it all,
I think I'm not such a dumb fool,
And yet this heart doesn't listen,
How can this coldness make any sense?

I am anything but not am emotional fool,
Logically sound is what I hear sometimes,
And even as I get the logic of it all,
The little heart, why can't it beat a little more?

A word of love, is all that I want,
And do hell with the caring inaudible voice,
Did I ask too much today or ever before?
How come I starve and that to death?

I write this in a little hope or none so,
Pretty much knowing its final result,
So does it make sense to me?
Frankly speaking, "Hell no"!

P.S. - This is dedicated to Hemali Mehta. I promised her a poetry on her birthday, and here it is. A little late it is, but better late than never.
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