Although fostering a grievance Come over simply to impair my heart Retrace your footsteps, once again To forsake me and depart. Let the illusion of my pride of love remain somewhat intact You may well bend over backward on occasion To mollify me, as a matter of fact Even though our relations are Nowhere close to days of yore Yet, turn up for the sake of tradition and Ways of the world to fulfill a chore To whom all am I obliged to Disclose the reason for the estrangement Conceding that you are irked with me Show up for the world at large For ages, I have felt deprived of The gratification of expressing grief My beloved show up to make me cry So that I could find relief This confounded heart, yet has Expectations from you to cope Do come back to extinguish These last candles of hope
Quandry of Life
Don‘t know how days so astounding
Have crept into Life
That, disjointed from my own-self
Even the shadow lurks around
A galore contemplation
And expectations abound
The fixation over which
My eyes felt sleep-deprived
That very thing bestowed
Upon me, the reward of grief
What I assumed to be bliss
Was indeed a silhouette of gloom
Akin to a few drops of dew
Shining on the sand somewhere
Such illusions of deceit
Often I was inflicted by