Carols croon soft in my ear this early morning,
Though as usual my heart does not wish to sing;
The noose of life has tightened and I need the knife,
Which I threw away to prevent preconceived strife.
How ironical that I should need that blade now!
My world and I are being swept in the thick flow
Of superficiality, progress [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Friend’
Eve
Posted in Written in 2008, tagged Friend, Friendship on January 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“If I seem sad do not bother to stop by”
Posted in Written in 2006, tagged Betrayal, Friend, poem on February 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
If I seem sad do not bother to stop by
And ask if things are awry,
Just walk on and I shall be fine
It’s just another phase of mine.
(I think too much that’s the thing,
Or maybe it’s an excess of feeling.
Perhaps love has caused me grief
Or a friend has shred my belief.
I set a lot of score [...]
To R. B.
Posted in Written in 2002, tagged Dedication, Friend, poem on February 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I looked around once when I was alone
And found you, wearing black and a soft smile
And we were caught in different time zones
And destiny let us meet for a while.
As time passed, Rahul, I grew to know you,
And in your number of friends I was one
And I remember how we got close too
Because of dancing [...]
Friends and Lovers.
Posted in Written in 2004, tagged Friend, Friends, Lover, Lovers, poem on February 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Friends and Lovers.
You asked me, some days back, why friends are all to me,
For, you say, I neglect you and think of them constantly.
When I’m with them, I give them the leisure of my smile,
But you are part of my frowns and tears all the while.
I write this on a rainy night, for you caused [...]
“A friendship ended today”
Posted in Written in 2007, tagged Betrayal, Friend, poem on January 27, 2008 | 3 Comments »
“A friendship ended today”
A friendship ended today.
An old friend did I forsake.
The relationship died quiet.
I attended the wake.
Sad, it happened on this day
Of giving and receiving;
But I finally realised:
‘Twas me I was deceiving.
I am no saint or patron
To give in so, take all pain;
I have a heart that hurts
And cries against such disdain.
Perhaps I am [...]