I can never ...

I can never stop loving you ...
Have always loved you ...
I can't and won't talk to you ever again ...
But, I can write to you here ...
This was and a is a love ...
That transcends every boundary ...
Ranaji ...
Donald Duck ...
None can ever match upto you ...
I love you and will love you till my last breath ...
I avoid you ...
I don't look at you ...
It is my decision to stay away from you ...
But, in my heart and thoughts ...
You are always there ...
Your hPpiness and success ...
Is all that I wanna see ...
For that if I have to kill myself ...
I shall happily do so...
Ypu came back in my life ...
It was divine intervention...
But, to chuck you out of my life ...
Was my decision...
I will love you always ...
I shall worship your image ...
But, I shall never see you again ...
For your happiness is all I seek ...
With me tnere is no life ..
No happiness ...
For I walk alone ...
The path I have chosen ...
The road I made for myself ...
Shall never be tread upon by another. ..
I love you and you shall ...
Remain in this  heart of stone...
Within the frigid rigid walls  ...
As my own.

I love you Ranaji ...

Adieu my love

Love Nest

A place for being oneself in his arms ...
To be with each other ...
From prying eyes they hide ...
And meet in a warm place ...
Their love nest.

She being his forever ...
In his arms or without ...
Not for the soil tney tread upon ...
Nor the clouds above ...
Their nest created ...
In a space someplace in dreams ...
Their heaven ...
Not for the World to see ...
For his eyes and hers ...
She awaits his arrival ...
In their love nest.

The Winter hue of love ...

Love ...
Has many colours ...
Many shades ...
Different shades for different moods ...
But hues of love ...
She is currently in the wintry hue of love ...
Cool ... chilled out ...
Dancing each day to tunes of love Sufi style.

More of a saintly garb ...
No use crying tears ...
When one can share love ...
Each day with a smile.

No more longing for lost love ...
She walks with a spring in her strides ...
Long energetic strides ...
Making music in her thoughts ...
Her smiles ...
Awakening all senses in senseless people ...
People waiting for her smile ...
Each day , the numbers increasing ...
For they say ...
She brings them Luck.

Her Lucky smile ...
All the rosy blush ...
Of the Winter hue ...
She smiles ...
An ear to ear grin ...
Bringing warmth to every heart.

Once gone, they don't come back ...

They don't come back once gone ...
Only memories come haunting back...
Reminding us of our follies...
Mistakes we made unmistakenky...
They never come back ...
Our loved ones gone ...
Forever ...
They never come back ...
Once gone.

Screwed up forever ...
Memories killing us ...
We watch over our backs ...
Hoping for a glimpse of the forgotten past ...
But, they never come back ...
What comes back is zombies or coffins ...
Dead men and women walking ,...
But, never the real people.

They never really come back ...
What comes across as real ...
Is the reflection ...
Of what might have been...
But never the real thing ...
Never the reality.

Everyday a coffin is laid to rest ...

Everyday she dies...
Everyday they lay her to rest...
Everyday she dies ...
Everyday her coffin is buried.

She dies to prove her undying love ...
For the Imbecile that lives on...
Everyday they lay a shroud on her soul...
Everyday they bury her.

A ritual so ancient...
Chants and mantras helpless ...
Shd dies for hi  ...
Shd resurrects for him ...
She is immortalised in his soul ...
She lives and breatbes him.

Broken crayons...

Crimson, violet and yellow ...
One of the many crayons ...
Broken and used to bits ...
Just pieces lying about...
When gathered together ...
One colour ...
When heated together...
Just one shade ...
Broken crayons still can colour...
Just like that ...
Broken hearts can still beat...
Can still bring out a melody...
Unheard song of pain and tragedy...
Unsung before verses ...
Broken hearts with a crimson hue ...
Of tarnished love ...
Grazed and bruised souls ...
They can still sing a melody...
Unheard before.

The paint on the sheet still wet ...
From tears fallen from eyes so sad...
A trail of death ...
A path of pain ...
Tread upon by so many others.

Yes, broken crayons can still be used...

Death defies her...

She tried her level best to end her life...
To cheat life ..
To go away ..
She couldn't. ..
She lived tor her flock ...
She lived for her love...
But couldn't. ...
It hurts her to stifle herself...
She tried her best to annihilate her morta being,
But, each time death defied her

It has no intentions of taking her ...
But, what should she live for ....
A constantly violent world.

Her love she canot love,
And , yet can't see him with another ....
So, she needs to go ...
Go far away....
No , she won't be able to forget him...
She will live with his memories ....
She can't love another....
His little ones remind him of her....
And it hurts....
Innocent boys reminding of him .... she has to go away.
Goes away she does ...
With a heavy heart....
Keeping his love alive in her heart...
Vowing never to come back ...
Or ever be discovered.

She leaves behind her flock...
Her own flesh and blood...
Wondering what will become of them...
And crying to her hearts content.

She walks away in the middle of the night ....
Never ever to return.
Hurting deep within...
The pain of a mother....
The pain.  of love lost ...she just walks away never to return.

She doesn't know where she is heading...
All she knows is ....
No more emotions to tie her down.....
A steley resolve....
Heavy on her chest ...
She eggs on her journey never to return.

Know he who reads her ...
She loved you, she loves you and will always love you....
Whether they be her flock or her first love.

Debauchery thy name is love...

He came I  suddenly ...
Like a wind ...
The symbol of Adultery...
Thesign of debauchery...
Name apt ...
The Symbol ...
The leader that leads to destruction ...
His flock...
The verh symbol ...
The Pratik as the Indians say ...
Of sex and lies ...
Of conniving heidiousness ...
The devil in disguise...
Dressed as a Salesman...
Thedeathless vermin...
Fancying himself as handsome ...
How he survived all these conniving years ...
He is a walking symbol of weakness ...
Festering in the womb of his mother ...
He gained strength ...
To dishonour the family name.

Pure in her love,
She saw him trying to kill her ...
The scum of Earth ...
The Conman ...
Roams free ...
Sleepless devising ways ...
To ensnare another.

His debauchery unadulterated truth ...
To sagisfy his satanic libido.