Tag: Dedication

To Di-

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Terror in my heart
Rests placid,
Like a corrosive acid,
That bores though my mind.
Not a breath of calm it leaves behind.
Such breathing to look forward to
Is what drove me to find you.
But you are caught up in World Power
And upon questing hearts you rule and glower.

Terror in my heart rests placid
Making its present beats strange and flaccid;
Something it’s not a stranger to:
The world has had its share before you;
But now two oppressors it cannot endure.
Quick! Quick! There’s got to be some cure!
Do I let it burn, shrivel and die?
Hope for Providence to hear its silent cry?
Do I let the world and you succeed?
Or find ways to make you both cry and bleed?

Oh, Stranger-Like-Me.

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I wonder many times, oh-stranger-like-me,
Of how it would be
If you perhaps come across these lines
And smile (or perhaps shed a tear) and think
This heart’s so much like me.
If I would write of how love passed me by –
And you would not question why
I was thinking of throwing myself to the ground
From the terrace of a building.
If I would mention how love returns –
And yet incessantly burns,
With a sharpness and sting
That makes all wonder on the need of this thing.
Would you, stranger-like-me, think of this?
Have you hoped for immortal bliss
And settled for earthly disillusionment?
A neglectful youth arising from abuse –
Of what I have gained and what I shall lose?
Do you – would you – have any reckoning?
I have loved again and now I find
That love alone can torture the mind;
By the lack of words or a stronger voice,
Have you ever had the pressure of choice?
Have you ever thought he never wrote back?
What didn’t I give? What did I lack?
Now, I have loved again. Do you think:
What if it all passes again in vain…?
Then did you scowl and write
In your way of scribbling down black on white,
That being held by some one once again
Is worth so much of all this pain?
If you do feel even the slightest bit
Of the emotions my heart knits…
Know also, stranger-like-me,
I write for eternity.

1:30am
14th February.

To R. B.

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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 and that party fun.

But apart from all this, I wish to say,
Despite all the boasts of men and strife,
Our friendship seems to have come to stay,
‘Specially in the online and night life.

So here’s to a sweet, funny friend like you
Who was and will be in times, old or new.