ninth.

i.

The lonesome man seated at his wooden chair
Still waiting for his one great love
To come back for him
Never moving on, not going forwards
Like the broken clock
That’s hidden beneath my bed
Silently signalling the dead;
To finally hear its calling
And summon everything not wanted ---
Killing it, Abandoning it.

ii.

People always search for the right things
But I have always been up for the wrong ones;
Though I know how much pain
This would cause me,
I dwell on it
Believing that it would someday
Bring me closer to you.

iii.

It is quite unbelievable
How when you whisper in my ear
And say things that boldly
Confess your once sworn love,
Satiates my soul;
Always leaving me breathless..

iv.

Alone and hopeless
While watching you go away
You never looked back
To the place where we met;
That day when I thought
I could call someone
To be my very own.

v.

These would be the last verses
I would write
About you and me
Though I love you still,
I have to move on now…


vi.

They say, in time,
All wounds become healed.
Somehow, they are right.
But what they don’t know is,
Where the wounds have ended,
A scar lies beneath.
Making it impossible to freely escape from it all..