Category: Written in 2018

Heart of gold

Published on by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

How do I get trust back?
What do I have to give?
What is it that I lack?
Are promises broken,
After they are conceived
And when they are spoken?
Have cheating hearts all hurt
So bad, that all I’m left
Are memories of dirt?
Those times that used to gleam,
Now lie torn apart as
Waking does to a dream.
How to unlearn lessons?
How do I unhear pain
Of selfish confessions?
Miners of hearts of gold
Are left with bright pyrite
Which can never be sold.
What can I get from life,
If I lose dreams and trust
And acquire love and strife?
Is this true for you, too,
That all life lives to give,
Is love from an I love you?
I am so tired you see,
But I don’t understand.
Give me a cup of tea.
I shall sit back and live,
While it lasts, I’ll forget
I can choose to forgive.

Mutual Funds

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia1 Comment

Think hard and fast.
You need to promise.
Weigh your high end plans
That May end up doped,
Your Gucci clusters,
Your Versace threads,
Your flights to nowhere.
Promises are made
To be –
Stop!
“Don’t think before you leap.”
That’s love’s dictat.
Sense cautions you to live
For a better tomorrow
And promises have risky ends
And like all wise boys know
Mutual funds are subject
To market risks.

Promise

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It’s the sign of our times.
A man’s word is as good
As forked lightning in the sky.
It lights up lives
And it can probably extinguish one.
And we all try
To photograph the moment
Only some succeed.
Those with excellent technology.
And a penchant
For retaining vows.

But is it the sign of our times
That lightning is a rare thing
A quick thing
That burns, illuminates
And is gone?
Captured somewhere in print.
And broken bodies.
Or is it true of promises
Of just your kind.