I Am Not Your Last Refuge

                                                                                    

                                                               Empty words of silence

From an empty soul in peace

That’s all that left to greet you

When you come back for my love

 

You took me for granted, always

Came to me, when you needed me

You grinned past me many a time

When you found someone lustier

 

I saw the days of loneliness

When you were fooling around

And having fun, with no loose ends

Back then, you didn’t remember me

  

Now, why are you turning around?

Looking to reach out for my hand

When my heart has gone frozen

Without your smile for a long time

 

 You got me wrong,

 Every time I trusted you

You left me crying,

 Every time without mercy

 

I am not your last refuge

Where you could come and leave

Whenever you feel like

Cos, I don’t love you anymore

I wrote this poem in 2010. It was another failed attempt to write a song. I don't remember the context. Images were taken from Amy Tran in Unsplash and  Foundry in Pixabay. 

The Last Sunset

 

A bed set on a lonely beach

Shallow shore lets in slower tides

To fill water beneath the bed

It is awaiting its next guest

To pass over the message

Left behind by the last tenant

Wish you a happy journey!

He is set to come in the evening

For enjoying one last sunset

To drench his feet with waves

 Sitting on the bed facing the sea  

 As he could barely stand

He would rather walk on the sands 

But he is too weak even with support

He is not old, he is just ill 

 He has visited this beach many times

 With his sweetheart in his prime days

 He wishes to see those memories again

 As his sweetheart has left him for good

 She won’t know about the wish he shares

 With the waves for one last time, a secret

 He could lay down and enjoy conversations

 With the stars, that were liked by her dearly

 He will be bidding adieu to the moon

 He used to see her on the moon when lonely

A big thank you smile for the moon

For bestowing company in his empty nights

Before leaving this world, while sleeping

 From the heartbreak, miseries, and illnesses

 Through euthanasia, a merciful exit from the world

 At his favourite beach, where he weaved all his dreams! 

 

 

This poem is inspired by the picture given by #OnePicPoetry. This poem is dedicated to those who wish to leave this world without pain legally. I certainly wish that for myself. 

One More Yesterday

I wish one more yesterday 

If I could, with you 

To walk along the Marina beach

Where I wished to propose you 

Holding your hands like lovers 

Without any undisturbed winds 

To hear your husky voice calling me

darling and sharing your thoughts 

I wish to see your colourful smile 

For one more time to seal it in my heart 

And walk away towards the grim sunset

Without saying goodbyes and any tears 

I want to purge the memories with you 

In the poems, I wrote for you years ago 

I know that you have read each of them 

I'll light a lamp with ounces of  whiskey 

Like a dark love burning bright at its end 

A poem based on word prompts #moonmystic #atreyasverse #ConverStory and  #ThePush. The image taken from Unsplash. Thank You :)

A Lost Infant

 A lost infant 

A lost bundle of dreams

Weaved during ten months 

Inside the mother's womb

About a lifetime of raising a child 

From the first scan of the movement

To the first  kick on the belly 

Listening to the sweet little things 

With an ear on the belly 

The selection of a sweet name

The shopping for welcoming baby

The decoration of the room and cradle 

A long wait for seeing the face

A long wait for seeing the smile 

A long wait to hear the first words

A long wait to see the first walk 

A long wait to play with the god's gift 

It's a short-lived joy

As the child left this world 

Too early 

It's a pain hard to heal

The tears of the bereaved  mother

The broken heart of a silent father 

 Consoling each other in silence 

Words can't console their loss 

As the image of their breathless infant

Haunt them as nightmares in 

Sleepless nights and hopeless days 

With all their hopes for a lifetime

Buried inside a small casket 

In the graveyard of sorrows 

With wishes for a cradle in heaven

This poem is written in solidarity with my friends who lost their children too early. Some inside the womb itself. 

Key To Her Heart

 

It wasn't the right key, 

No, the lock has been changed: 

I am no more welcome!

Her heart has a new owner, 

who waited like a wily fox, 

to pounce upon our turmoil. 

The key I had was handed over, 

from another man,

who had a different ideology;

that she couldn't afford to carry,

for an entire life. 

She gave me the key with a caveat: 

that  she is a bird, 

I shall hold her in my hand,

but not catch her like in a cage.

I had told her:

I would love to see her fly high, 

chasing her dreams, 

I will catch her if she falls. 

I realised that she is indeed a bird:

who keep flying and meeting new birds,

spending time and banter at will, 

keeping her options open, if she's impressed.

She's less bothered about the partner;

She only cares about her happiness.

She can't bear any critique:

she need only praises, 

and someone who supports her,

even the wrong moves.  

I have breached that caveat:

She didn't wait for long for another adventure!

A poem based on #FromOneLine wordprompt. Image from Unsplash. 

Lost Love

A journey from chaos to silence was agonizingly slow

A journey from oblivion to smile was surprisingly brisk

The distance between the silence and smile is daunting 

Time flies with vanishing memories and withered bond

Image from Unsplash 

Strangers

Someday, we will meet, 

When we couldn't afford to, 

Somewhere midst chaos.

We never met,

When we could have, 

We had plenty of time

To explore sands and hills

Together, in search of freedom

Destiny or fate, We didn't

Our dreams withered away

In the drought of our silence,

While we weaved them in winter,

With a hope to splash in monsoon

Now the spring bloom hollow smiles

Mocking at your portrait of memoir

You will walk past me, like a stranger

With a silence that ill fits a radio

With a smile, hidden somewhere

Saying hello to an old buddy

That's all left in between us

Image courtesy: Rightful creators
#Romance  @#poetry 

Goodbye

I am moving to a new shore

I have left a piece of my heart

At your door

Without knocking, like a trespasser

I hope you will open the door

I wonder if you will see it

It holds a piece of my dreams

Which I wished to share with you

It still carries the urn of my feelings

That I never expressed

I wished to conquer your heart

Silently, with a feather touch of emotions

Now, you are beyond my reach

As you have found your destiny

I wish to hold your smile

In my eyes forever as a precious gift

I still hear your voice, when I am alone

Through the realms of my ears

I don’t wish to see tears or fury

In your eyes

As I love it to remain vibrant

So, I won’t leave any words

That might hurt your beliefs

Though I wish to let you know

I’ve fallen for you

Right when I saw your eyes greeting me

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Miles To Go To Say Goodbye

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Miles To Go To Say Goodbye


Life moves on, as ever

The faces of people change

Whom I meet, talk to, befriend

Hundreds came and went

Leaving good memories forever

Without a trace to see again

But it's part of life

A few remains for long

Sharing good and bad times

But there are times;

When there is no life left,

In the beautiful friendship

Even though how good it has been!

Words and deeds can turn it,

into nothing more than trash.

Even though the heart doesn’t want,

To end the relationship.

Issues are too hot to handle

Efforts to revive it go in vain.

Hopes of getting back the warmth,

Fades just like an evening sun.

There comes the thought of

Saying good-bye.

But a goodbye can’t take away

The feelings inside the heart!

It will remain there forever.

So maybe an unrelenting wait,

Or an unfettering effort to forget,

Whichever may be the path 
walk through it slowly 

As even if a full-stop is drawn
It doesn't mark the end of memories 

So there are miles to go

To say goodbye!

I wrote this poem some years back. It's not a goodbye. It's rather miles away from saying goodbye.

Image courtesy: Thanks to  ianrapture

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Love to friendship

Hardest thing in this world is

 To be the friend of your love

When you know he is

 Someone else's life

It’s hard to control emotions

As Old Memories and dreams

Flocks the heart, giving

A sense of great loss

Every time when you see him

Heart craves for getting closer

Like the olden days

With nostalgic eyes

He conquered your untamed heart

Made you his beautiful princess

Filled dreams in you

About life together

Still you are there in his heart

 He wanna care you like before

 But from a distance

As a loving friend

This poem is written for a friend,some what in tandem with her tune.

Isla Amor

Isla Amor

A small island of curse

In the Brazilian seaway

Surrounded by white beach

Lush green with bushes and coconut trees

Bought for romantic honeymoon

Turned out to be the last straw

In a relation

Now one of the cheapest islands

Something painful for owner

Trying to forget at the best

About a lost wedding diamond ring

A ruined honeymoon

Mysterious downfall of a doggie

A failed attempt to cheer

The Heartbroken wife

Horrible hours of dehydrations

A long wait for help from mainland

Bed ridden days in clinic

And a tragic divorce aftermath

May be it’s a lucky land

That measured the depth of love

 That didn’t existed as he expected

He showered his wealth to make her happy

But she couldn’t bear a tough day

Neither his riches was able stop her from leaving

Nor his painful tears of love

Isla Amor, teaches the lesson

True love stands by at all tough times

Glittering feelings vanishes in moments forever

He may call it as Isla Cadella

Instead of Isla Amor 

But it’s his lucky charm that freed him

Towards a world of true love,

That he will discover one day

 This poem is totally inspired by an ad of an island for sale. For more details check out Isla Amor.