Hope

Informed yet unaware
I knew the consequences which I would bear
But this wasn’t ‘any’ relation
Even though it would lead to an aberration

So I went ahead
With no expectations amend
This aint a fantasy I now realize
I was already late to survive
Days have gone and time has passed
Feelings are alike but the relation has its lost charm
Ruthless memories and harsh rains
I try to evacuate all the filth from my brain
But then I wonder …Its not that big blunder
I am struggler and struggler I am


Pretending to be happy, to show that I do ‘give’ a damn!!
Waiting is what I do these days
He should be happy is all that I pray
I forgot ,my expectations were too high
Yet I start my day with his name and sigh …

The Chosen One

I asked myself last night,
Why, god why, I am in such a plight!
I never asked for it neither I ever wished,
But then why I am being tricked?
I thought God would answer but he never did,
Left me, with my ambiguity instead.
But stubborn I was and stubborn I am,
Won’t be passive until I find why ‘I AM’
So I delved and contemplated, found an excuse,
That Circumstances and time I guess aren’t in fuse.


But now I am tired of giving myself excuses,
For once I want true answers of my bruises.
Coz I am tired of putting up a happy face,
But content, that no one’s watching in this hasty pace.
I cried myself out whole night,
Suppressing my grief with all might.
Still no answers I received
My heart told me you are the ‘CHOSEN ONE ’ that I believe.