Poems – Page 101 – Hearts Still Care

The Moon, an Anger and a Sadness

Published on April 11, 2017April 24, 2021 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

The Anger suddenly builds!
There’s no way to let it out.
Who would I let it out on:
On Him, on Fact, on Me, on Doubt?

I have spent the Sadness
All that I had to give,
Now I burst with Anger
That doesn’t want to forgive.

The Moon laughs at me,
She who I know so well;
How this story will end,
Even she can foretell.

I turn away from her, too,
She who has been a friend;
She is no longer someone
On whom I can depend.

Like most of the hearts
To whom I gave my love,
She lies far away,
In an unreachable above.

I have nothing to offer,
I have nothing more to say,
When heartbreak comes calling,
I’ll let him have his way.

I had such hopes,
Such hopes had I,
I had tried so hard,
How hard I still try;

But it all comes to nought,
I have no more of me to give,
So all I can do is love,
All I get to do is live.

I am angry for a reason;
But reasons are no excuse;
No one wishes to learn;
Everyone has their own views.

I ramble on and I rant and rave,
I have tried it all, you see;
I am angry now, but in a while,
I’ll bear each end willingly.

To Another Sagittarian

Published on April 10, 2017June 18, 2020 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

What do I say to you that hasn’t been said before?
I no longer know what’s right or wrong, false or true.
I have waited on many a similar door.
And I wait.

There’s not much that I can say or do
That’ll make existential circumstances change,
Or turn the tide back to unravel some design
That helps to alter all that seems so very strange,
In Life that is universally yours and mine.

I had notions once, through my twenties and younger,
When I could not discern what was fact from fiction;
When all I knew of love was yearning and hunger
And I had not a cure for the heart’s affliction.

Experience teaches you as sure as time moves:
That all these doors you come to will be a given
And time itself always stands test and gently proves
Heart breaks cannot be forgotten but forgiven.

So I stand smiling before a door once again,
Just hoping to be allowed in and given rest,
And though I may have to leave, back into the rain,
I leave with memories I can count with my best.