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OLD FRIEND

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia3 Comments

I have nothing else to say to you now.
I have nothing more to offer or give.
I have spent my heart, I have kept each vow.
You forget all and I cannot forgive.
The torture of the heart (and there is one)
Is akin to a murder by drowning;
And all that was felt and said and done
Is now a matter for blackened mourning.
Words, like gales, seem to rush past as you leave,
Feelings, however, will not leave with you;
I have lost my faith, I cannot believe,
I cannot discern just which past was true.
And so, old friend, you have prepared me well:
I doubt heaven, I’m undaunted by hell.

Friendship

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Friendship

 

I’m crazy for even feeling anger:

You are too self-absorbed to gauge and know,

Too vain even to choose to remember

Friendship is more than a hi a hello.

 

It is more than passing time and learning,

So much more than love, because it has none

Of its bittersweet, poignant yearning

But has help and kindness, laughter and fun.

 

Friendship is clear or rather it should be,

With an openness of warmth and feeling,

Engaging in all sorts of charity,

Enabling a vital tender healing

 

Of wounded hearts torn by society,

Or ironically by love’s pain

And its different shades of cruelty

That tend to crop up again and again.

 

I wish I could understand your notion

Of no past or future just the present;

But all three make up for emotion,

Every moment gives birth to moment.

 

I wish you to know and soon realize

The difference between the false and true;

Most stuff that seems beautiful lies

And you need someone other than just you.

Eve

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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 and money –
A trapped, dying fly in a golden vat of honey!

So some friends threw me a rope to help me escape;
But it snagged on my neck and each pull felt like rape;
If I struggle a bit they think me ungrateful,
Though it is to my own self I’m being unfaithful!

I am caught either way and trust has long since died;
Old entreaties to God have also been denied;
So Jesus descends into the world on this day,
But I can’t hope, can’t sing, can’t rise, can’t sink, can’t pray.

8:45am
24th December