Tag: Life

The Coming

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

Insecurity is not at all flattering:
It reeks of imagined loss and current fear;
The former hasn’t happened quite yet;
The latter forgets all who hold you dear.

The night brings it back,
When lovers snore and sleep;
And all you do is gaze into the dark,
Wondering if it’s truly that deep.

Anxiety may follow suit and soon –
But –

You ejaculate in your hand!

A calm replaces the tumult
And fear is no longer that grand.

Loss still remains. So you bear it;
You recall you have borne it before!
You understand you can and will bear it,
Even if life makes it erupt once more.

Your Promises

Published on by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

All of your promises have a shelf life.
There is no chance any of them shall stick.
You speak them to merely stop present strife;
Once that is done, their purpose seeks death quick.

Your promises are very lightly made.
You do not think of them as forever.
They are fake light that only causes shade,
Without the wherewithal to endeavour.

I wish you understood what vows must be;
They are the parents of hope and trust;
Your mind can’t grasp what it cannot see;
And all we end up with is useless dust.

I know this now and all my hope lies dead;
There is nothing now to be heard or said.

What Lovers Do

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia7 Comments

You speak a different language.
Your world isn’t anything like mine.
You won’t let your loved ones know me –
And for you, all this works just fine.

You don’t understand my thoughts
And you are new to love’s fights;
You keep silent when you must speak
And you sleep through sleepless nights.

Our decisions made, you forget,
And most promises lie broken, too;
Yet I keep giving love chances
Because that is what lovers do.

My heart has been through hell,
It has been fooled by sharper minds;
Still it harbours love that doesn’t alter
When it alteration finds.

So here it bows again, before a man,
Who has much against his case,
And it stands scared before life,
Because it may again lose the race.

But damn, it hopes beyond hope,
With each rising of the sun,
That it wont be left bereft
By someone called the Kind One.