Time moves on and on
And on and on and on.
It moves towards death
From the moment of being born.
Everything dies:
Each beggar, each King,
Each day and each night,
And every human feeling.
Some that stay do change,
Love into Stability,
Happiness to Hope,
And Faith to Insecurity.
What then? So now what?
Ah, Now is the Key.
Take the Present then,
And live it frantically!
6th December
Man, your words were sharp and your voice was strong,
You meant to hurt and you succeeded well,
All I asked was you – an entire night long,
And I was offered a brief glimpse of hell.
You cut to the quick, when you doubted me
And my offer to protect. When you know:–
That, all my life, I lived in the fantasy
Of basking in a man’s protective glow.
Since that is not my fate to have, young one,
I, perhaps, should wizen up and think:
I could ignore the signs and have my fun,
Then jump ship as it is about to sink;
Or think of our future as one needs to
And kill the fantasy and protect you.
22 January
5:30am
They say that when a heart breaks
there is no sound –
Funny, I could hear every sound –
I heard its beat when it fell in love,
I sighed when i heard it sigh
Knowing things would die,
I listened to the beats skip,
When the news came of goodbye –
And I heard it when it was silent by and by.
Then I felt the sound that tore out,
It was like blood being splattered,
From a high rise to the pavement below –
When you refused to recognise it.
The sound was like – well, blood,
Needed but yet spurned, as it pumps
In vain out from a severed artery.
The thing broke – and I heard each beat
Magnified in my ear – and I wondered
Embarrassed, if all could hear it on the street.
They say when the heart breaks, there is no sound –
The sound to me –
Was like the sky crashing upon the ground.
29th April
Hearts Still Care 
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