Relationship – Page 51 – Hearts Still Care

Through the Years.

Published on February 6, 2008February 11, 2026 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

Through the years love has morphed
Into – what? I do not know!
But though it still remains,
It shines with brighter shades of woe.

Once you would reach out and touch me.
Now there’re other things on your mind;
Stolen kisses, softened gazes
Are left somewhere far, far behind.

Once we would dance in a crowd,
And know just each others’ arms;
Now you sit out every song,
While to dance I barter my charms.

Once you had much to say to me:
Hours on end our talks would last.
Now my words are replied with shrugs
Your tenderness needs be asked.

Once your eyes said you wanted me
Seconds apart seemed like years.
Now you value time as money:
Coins are costlier than tears.

Once our eyes told the other
How our smiles could simply beguile.
But now we are better pleased
To make some other stranger smile.

Once when my words grew bitter,
You wept and said you’d never let go.
I ask now, what if fate tore us apart?
You calmly smile and reply, I don’t know.

8th may
12:40am

edited: 9 0ct, ’12

To the Young One.

Published on February 6, 2008February 11, 2026 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

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

When the Heart Breaks.

Published on February 6, 2008December 15, 2023 by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

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.