this is my life
a walk in the dark
a smile with a price
a devouring fire when all i wanted was a spark.
this is what remains
nothing to see ahead
nothing but tears and pains
nothing but a struggle to earn some bread.
this is what love grows
a heart that never dies
despite those million throws
of cheating, of slanders, of deceits and lies.
this is all I am left with
as life corrodes the body and soul
and I try to hold on to each bit
but cannot figure out which part was the complete whole.
Dimples on an Officer –
Incongruous on someone trained to kill.
But the combination got me going;
And though it was against my will,
I got to know them better.
Both the dimples were two sides of a scale;
And as my prejudice’s wont,
I’ve gathered that to be the end of this tale!
I even cried a bit.
For two reasons (that I shall mention here):
One: he disdained to accept our friendship
In public because of his own societal fear;
Two: he reached out to a part of me I thought had died
And which was once something very dear.
I usually write in verse,
When I feel greatly;
And as you can see,
It’s the tears I seem to cherish and nurse.
There is no explanation why
Someone touches someone’s history;
In most cases, with repression,
It all seems to end up a mystery.
Not with me.
I know the romantic in me, who I strangled,
Came back to haunt me last night;
And, as I looked on, he successfully wrangled
Old wasted emotions and new pent-up fears:
Abandoned chances of being carried off by some knight;
Appalling certainties of old age and lonely tears.
28th February
5:45pm
Nothing in this life lasts long.
Friendship you realize is the same:
It changes from weak to strong,
Then back to forgetting your name.
There are duplicitous games,
Played amongst its rules;
Reason and logic it often tames
And makes all complete fools.
Hearts Still Care 
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