When he turned a stranger

Here she writes what she feels about him now.
She tells how how each time he has let her down.
How he is unfailing drifting away,
Not listening about anything she says.

She thought that he was her real friend.
But now she sees this friendship's near end.
He is really very selfish and mean,
She wonders how such good friends they had ever been.

He was such a likable person who she never wanted to lose,
Who was there every time for her whenever she went blue.
But today he doesn't even turn around if she ever falls.
Since he has others and has to save them all.

He wants them to make him the priority in their lives,
And in his company since he's so jolly, they feel so alive.
But here she tries to talk to him that she feels lonely,
But he blames her all the time saying 'She's so cranky'.

She says a word or two again and for sometime,
He would talk like he was before and she feels fine.
But then after a while, again he would be the same,
Going away, being ignorant, rude and no more sane.

He doesn't realize it what he's doing to her this time,
When so many others had done the same with him in his life.
Was it always a lie whenever he called her his best friend?
Did he ever utter a word that was something he really meant?

Was she always kept in a denial that he would always be there?
And that whenever she needed him, he would be right in front of her?
She's scared of believing any other person from now on,
All the efforts she made to make things better are all done.

But now she thanks him, thanks him for everything,
She thanks him for the little happiness he used to bring.
She thanks him for he changed himself in such a way.
She thanks him for being her best friend for a while.
And for he remains happy with the new bunch, she'll always pray.

She apologizes for each time she annoyed him,
Even now when she would tell her feelings to him,
And she's sorry for being a pest in his life for so long,
She's sorry for nagging him about his being always wrong.

P.S. - Today, she is broken, alone, and dull. And the sad part is that he doesn't care. He has become stone-hearted and it doesn't makes any difference in his life losing her. He's in fact happy. And he has not even tried to make things better proving how important she was in his life. He has forgotten that when he had nobody, he had her. And now, he has everyone, but not her. Thanks!

Just Alone

I was always sure of the fact that nothing could cease our friendship,

But now I feel that you want to break free this grip.

I don’t know but I feel you don’t really want me to be there,

When you are so happy with the “new” and I m still standing here.

Waiting and expecting that may be you would come back,

And ask me, that If I am alone, if I am sad.

Still I stand here waiting for you with my hopes ditching me,

Where you are still hanging around happily ignoring me.

Now I know what I did was may be wrong,

And I know that you won’t agree to my this song.

but I had always risked all my relationships with others

so that I could be with you whenever you felt troubled.

Now you would say, why did I choose that path,

You had never asked me to remain in this dark.

But the thing is you were my real good friend who was not fine,

And I wanted that you life would brightly shine.

I still would do anything for our friendship and for you ,

Even if I am forlorn right now and my life is getting all blue.

But I just want you to think about what has happened as the time has elapsed,

And I pray to get those happy old days back.

Here I am, alone, Just ALONE.

In my destiny

Little did I know that you would enter in my life,
And with you beside me I would win all my strifes,
My world would shimmer like the stars in the sky,
With each passing moment, without you, I would die.

Soon you would conquer my heart and me,
And this would be something I would never like to break free.
In just a few days you would become my everything,
And the lovely songs of our togetherness I would sing.

Your eyes would be the ocean I'd love to drown in.
Your hands would be the one I'd want to hold when the night would get dim.
Your lips would be the one making my steps fumble.
You touch would get me high and make me tremble.

Your voice would be the music I'd hope to repeatedly listen to.
The words you would utter would always be praying for the love of us two.
Your smile would bewitch me and drive me crazy.
Your aroma would benumb me and make me dizzy.

But never did I know that all this was just momentary.
That you could never be mine as you were not sent for me.
I killed all my hopes so as to refrain the hurt and the agony.
I had to accept that it was all written in my destiny.

You were surely my angel and I loved you.
I don't know why we were not fated to be together and I couldn't undo-
All the times and all that I felt for you in the gone time,
And now I know that you are not meant to be mine.

Emotions matter (??)

Well, I don't know. People talk about emotions, sentiments, sensitiveness, etcetra etcetra. But they don't really give a damn about the feelings others have. They would go on and on and on about how much hurt they are when others don't take their emotions seriously. How people 'play' with their emotions. But then later on, they forget their own experiences and keep hurting others through their deeds or may be words.

Then you have another category of people who regard emotions to be bullshit. They claim themselves to be "unaffected" by emotions. Like, it won't matter to them if their friends don't wish them on festive occassions, or it doesn't matter (according to them) if their friends dont often give them a ring or don't talk much at school.. so, they do the same with others who are, may be, full of these emotions, who may get 'hurt' by these things, who may wish to get some attention in this manner. For them, such people are simply attention seeker. But later on, if these attention seekers do the same with the same brigade of guys, they would feel depressed and may be shout on them. Believe it or not, Accept it or Deny it, it does hurt a lot. A normal human cant be a saint to just let go these things and remain unperturbed by such things and still lead a jovial life. 

This was the first case. Another thing comes with the category of people who want love, who CRAVE for love. They say, they have everything but love they deserve... (even if they get it). But it doesn't bother them if they hurt their friends by doing the same with them and depriving them of the love they deserve.. 

So in a nutshell, we all are humans and we all have emotions. It does matter to US! But the thing is we dont care how we easily take others for granted and consider others to be some great people who would forgive you for every petty thing you'd do to hurt them. Our heart brims with emotions. And emotions do matter a lot. 

WHY?

I walk a few steps with fear in my heart.

I think over and over again whether again will I be able to start?

Whatever all I had restrained myself from have come again to me.

But I dont want to get into it and just want to break free.

Time again has taken a turn and brought me to the same place.

I can again feel the grief of all those lost days.

After a short span of mirth, the sorrow has come yet again.

And making me believe that not for a long time, the glee with me can remain.

I again carry the burden of all the wrong deeds I've done.

And the memories have been regenerated that long time back I had burnt.

I feel sick and helpless with everything that is happening around.

After getting over it all, I now again feel so down.

Why is it that happiness cannot stay with me for long?

Why am I the only one who is every time proven wrong?

Why is it that every bright day is swallowed by the dusk?

Why is it that everytime my present is replaced by the past?

I am tired of getting bothered every time by all this.

And tired of praying to God to let me also have some bliss.

I stand in the middle of the desert and stare at the clear sky,

And pray to the Lord, to answer all my questions, WHY.

When I start to think about it 3 hours past midnight

I don't know what I am up to at the moment. It's quarter to 3 a.m. in the morning and 7 hours late I have my hindi BOARD examination (trust me, its not as simple as it sounds) and instead to being lost in my ecstatic dreams or horrid nightmares, I am flexing my fingers and writing aimlessly this blog. (lol). I am quite happy that after tomorrow (today, whatever you may call it) I'd be getting rid off this miffing Hindi. FOREVER! What a feeling. It's for the last 3 hours of my life when I'd be racking me brains and writing in that ansewr booklet for the last time and biding Hindi literature, a sweet-though-mean goodbye. Now why I call it mean too has a reason behind it. We are all Indians. But we, the future generation and the heirs of our Indian culture and tradition, WE, the people who are going to be rulers of our nation.. We curse our mother tongue, OUR national language. We loathe it, we hate it. Why? We are so swayed over by the western culture and western ideas that we think that India is a really wrong place we took birth in. Inspite of majority of people speaking hindi, it looks as if English has become our mother tongue. We are jolly pleased about getting free from learning hindi anymore which is our own language but it doesn't hurt us to read English more. Isn't that a shame on us? If we only will not love and respect our language and culture, our notions and traditions of the society then nobody else in the world would respect us. As we know that one should learn to respect himself to receive respect from others. It is only 'us' who can do smething about this. It's only 'us' who have to make India, OUR counrty more prosperous. We should, henceforth, start taking pride in our history, tradition and language. We have to stand together for achieving our goals in this matter.

         Anyway, before my friends/readers began to think that I've gone mad.. A hardcore hater of Hindi language (only as a subject in school) publishing such a post (lol) I should better go and sleep. Nahi toh boards mein yahee hindi le doobegi.. :D

Awaiting the end

Out of nowhere, his friendship was offered to me,

When I was all new to this place.

I accepted it and was happy to see,

Such a person who was so merry and always gay.

 

A sweet and a clear-hearted person was he,

Who would enlighten the place where his presence was witnessed.

The air there was full of mirth and exuberance,

The essence of which I can never forget.

 

I got closer to him and we became such good friends,

But some lunes around could not see him getting a new buddy.

They uttered unkind and cruel words to me about him,

And said things so that my friendship with him I could cease.

 

But I had my own ways of judgment about a person,

And so, nobody I ever did heed.

I remained his friend even then,

And did things so that a buoyant life he could lead.

 

But as the year passed, he began to grow morose,

His life was made tough and was adorned by thorns.

He would get depressed and sad every time easily,

As more people who spoke wrong about him were born.

 

Somewhere there was my fault too,

As I also blamed him for some reasons.

But believe me; I never wanted to hurt him,

But to bring in his life some spry seasons.

 

I unlocked some stories to which only I had the keys,

And apprised him of each callous word, for him that was being uttered.

I know it must have hurt and pierced his heart a lot,

But still the innocent he, in agony too, heard it, and not even a word he murmured.

 

He listened to everything I told him patiently,

And promised to wash all the flaws off him.

I know he never wanted to do anything iniquitous to anyone,

Thinking about all that, with tenderness, my heart was up to the brim.  

 

He tried his level best and I found in him a change,

I began to respect him even more seeing all his efforts,

He achieved some new friends and got some old ones back as rewards,

But still he felt, of something in his life, there was a dearth.

 

He wears a charismatic smile for this world.

It has been two years since then when I made him my friend.

But what pinches me the most is that still,

I could not bring the grief within him to an end. 

The Black Rose

She still kept the black rose that he had given her,

And remembered all those painful words that he had murmured.

The scenes of the past began flashing before her moist eyes,

She saw how day by day, she was made to die.

 

She had been a simple and shy girl,

Who thought she had everything in this wise world.

But still she felt there was a dearth of something in her life,

It was him, when she saw him first, she realized.

 

She fell for him that very moment he uttered the first words,

And suddenly everything became so colorful in her dull world.

Her love grew stronger and stronger as each day had passed.

Living each moment without him had become so hard.

 

He was, although, unaware of the sprouting love,

This was so pure just like a white dove.

Still something pulled him towards her, he didn’t know why,

Like the clouds in the airy sky fly so high.

 

Gradually, the twosome became so intimate,

That everyday, to hear each other’s voice, they couldn’t wait

Even though they were all alone, they were together,

And they had faith that their relationship would never deter.

 

But they both were innocent and unwary of their cruel fate,

Which came to put their long intimacy to slay.

The clouds shrieked and the dark night sky cried,

The wind ceased blowing and the atmosphere became dry.

 

The boy had impending death in near future,

But he had realized till now that even he loved her.

Just to see his love happy and fill her life with bliss,

He decided to release himself from this relationship’s grip.

 

The girl on the other hand had no clue to all this,

And dreamt about spending all day and nights with him.

She was benumbed the moment the guy came to her,

And she wished she was deaf when all those words he had uttered.

 

And he had brought with him the black rose,

Seeing which the girl already had grown so morose.

He handed it to her with his heart brimming with so much pain,

Seeing tears in her eyes, he wished he could just become mum.

 

But he knew he had to do this to make her hate him,

So that she would throw him out of her heart and forget him,

So that she would live a happy life and find someone new,

Who would keep her happier and as fresh as the morning dew.

 

The girl still couldn’t understand why he did that to her.

How could he forget all those vows, promises and words.

She cried bitterly for the following hours,

Recalling how sweetly to her he suddenly turned so harsh.

 

She still didn’t get to know about her love’s death.

She believed that her patience and love was just undergoing God’s tests.

And now today she took out that black rose that he had given her,

And remembered all those painful words he had murmured.

 

She screamed and cried all day and night.

Till now she too had become ready to bid this world a goodbye.

Nobody knows whether it was their love or just a game of time,

Exactly on month later, on the same day, the girl too died. 

My Net

Well, right now I'm not at my home. I'm at my grandparents' place. Here this fu***** internet is so irritating that it has really pissed me off. So, thats why I wrote this poem to publicise my grief :D

I sit when I'm free,
Just to talk with my friends,
But before I start to chat,
The conversation ends.

The net hates me so much,
And it incurs my rage,
Whenever I try to surf something,
I fail to open the page.

Every time I get the message,
“Failed to connect to the server”.
It tries its best to mess with me,
And let my interest for it sever.

My friends also end up,
In being its victims.
And perhaps I become the indirect means,
For all the abuse and swearings.

I feel like smashing the screen,
And damaging the parts.
For this net is like a curse,
Pissing me off with its behavior so harsh.

When

Tears started to stream out of my eyes,

When I thought about the time,
When you and I together looked at the stars,
In the dark night skies.

It began to hurt deep inside my heart,
When I remembered about us ,
You and I were always together,
In the times which were easy or hard.

An immense urge in me arouse to yell,
When the pictures of the past began to sprout,
When I used to wait to open the door,
When you’d come and ring the bell.

My eyes began to swell due to my weeps,
Reminiscing about the love we had in the past,
And the wonderful days we spent together,
When you comforted me with you touch so meek.

Weaker I was getting day by day,
Since the day you and I had separated,
You broke your promise of staying with me forever,
And you forgot everything that you used to say.

Why did you have to leave?
When I needed you the most?
Why did you have to throw me from your life?
Tell me please, tell me honestly.

Was I just a game you were playing with?
Or just for sometime you used me?
I loved you so much you know.
But dear, I still can never forget you even for a minute.

I wish you had never left…

History's mystery

I sit on my bed and wonder,

Why the kings did commit blunders?

I try pretty hard but cannot understand,

Why can’t we free ourselves from these strands?

 

Was it our fault that the British made colonies?

Or they committed such crude atrocities?

Was it us who asked the French to conquer other regions?

Why are we forced to study all, nobody knows the reasons.

 

Now they justify this by stating such things,

All this will make us wise and knowledge will it bring,

Studying all this will warn us not to repeat the same mistakes,

But why can’t they understand that gone are those days?

 

We study so that we can become something in life,

And be successful and reach places so high.

But by mugging up all that, will it do any good?

For we will forget everything in a day or two.

 

It is indigestible for me to study history,

For I found tat subject so miffing and creepy.

The hatred for it in me is so immense,

The need to study it is and will always be a suspense.

The story of the love plant.

Seeds were sown in my heart the day,
When you said you’ll make me feel okay.
You poured in it the water of your passion,
And nourished it with all your love and affection.

Slowly and slowly the seed began to grow,
And the new signs of life it started to show.
From it arouse a little sweet sapling of love,
Which was innocent and looked so tender.

You and I together took care of it,
And never let it become down even a bit.
It developed in the nutrients of our devotion,
And inside it were brewing many aspirations.

Finally it was grown healthy and bright,
It was warmed in our cozy and tepid sunlight.
It looked so dazzling and green,
With such a cheerful and jaunty sheen.

But one day came a tempest so strong,
And the plant was about to uproot in the storm.
We became afraid and our hearts began to sink,
With the fear of all the unholy things that were happening.

You were moved by what was going on,
And longed the dusk to end and waited for the dawn.
But the gale was strong-minded and didn’t cease,
And the plant would expire soon it believed.

Tears started to stroll down my cheeks,
The storm was the strongest and at the highest peak.
My heart was brimming with the terror that the plant would perish,
And the memories would soon be erased that the leaves cherished.

You were broken too when you saw me crying,
With every tear that fell from my eyes you were dying.
But what was fated could never be changed,
It was written so the efforts to stop the storm went in vain.

You and I were not meant to be together,
One day, our relationship was destined to sever.
That plant of love that was grown in my heart,
Died the day when the storm came, for me it was too hard.

You and I separated that very day,
With all the memories in our hearts when we were gay.
I still keep them with me all the time,
And just a thought of them really makes me cry.

A message to my friends

It has been a real long time since I posted something other than poems in my blog and today is quite an apt day for that. First of all, its absolutely not fine but okayish going on here. I screwed up my marks in social studies (I wholeheartedly loathe that subject for I simply can’t stand those things where I need to mug up) and am finally down with that. But okay, I have started to study that. So, my friends’ efforts didn’t go futile (Read: Shobhit and Shweta). And I am also jolly cheesed off staying back at home with books all day all night. Two days later is going to be my results and am, for the first time ever in my life, not ready to take it. Anyway, let’s leave all these things to myself. Why I picked today’s day to update my blog is to clear one thing to my dearest friends who have misapprehended me and my poems adorning my blog. They think that I am quite dissatisfied with life and am really undergoing depression. They think I have turned into a sad soul who once used to be very bright and buoyant. And I really disagree with them. I condemn their misconceptions about my mood. I was, a few weeks back, unhappy with a few things but now I am ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT with everything. I am complacent with whatever I have got. If I am unhappy with something, then it is only my performance in the pre-boards and I truly regret it as it was my serious folly of carelessness. But otherwise I am leading a blissful life. What I write as poetry is just an imagination. Trust me. Nothing more, nothing less. Please stop saying and lecturing me about being happy and stuff. I really cannot welcome something of that ilk when I already am not enduring anything. And if only my poems are what displease you then okay, you won’t find anymore verses written by me in my blog. I wont ‘flaunt’ them and let them confined to only me. I really cannot do anything better. I know that was pretty harsh but I can’t help it either. What else can I do. So, till the next time I ‘write’ here anything, buhbye. :)

Erase The Memories

Another day passed away,

Another moment on my bed I lay,

Another night when I cried so much,

Another time my heart ripped apart.

Every time when I promise myself,

I will not cry and stay jubilant.

But alas! Joy cannot be with me for long,

It ditches me and each time leaves me alone.

People think I remain miserable unnecessarily,

And cry all the time needlessly.

They say I am a sad soul. 

Depressed, glum and morose on the whole.

They nag and keep on telling me,

I used to be once jolly but now they find no glee. 

They ask me why I have become so morbid.

But nobody has a clue as to what the truth is.

I don’t know why all this had to befall; 

When I was leading a happy life after all. 

Everything shattered within a few days,

It’s the end of it now what they say. 

But it’s not for nothing. 

There is a reason behind every damn thing. 

This hasn’t happened without a cause. 

Something brought the delight to a pause.

I don’t want to divulge further,

It would hurt me if I remind it ever after.

I want to pack and seal it in my heart,

Thinking about it makes me sob real hard. 

I don’t want this story to be told.

I want to move on and don’t want it to hold. 

I don’t mean I want to forget everything. 

I just mean to erase the memories of my sufferings.

मेरी नन्ही बहन

सोचा नहीं था कि होगी वह खूबसूरत इतनी,

कि देखते ही उसका वो मासूम चेहरा मन खिल उठा,

उसकी वह मुसकुराहट, उसकी वह खिलखिलाहट,

उसे देखते ही मेरे हृदय से निकलती है दुआ ही दुआ|

उसका अजीबोगरीब तरह से बडबडाना,

और अपनी न समझ सकने वाली भाषा में समझाना,

उसका वह प्रेम प्रर्दशित करना,

और अपनी कोमल आँखों को झपकाना|

उसके आने से चारों ओर रौशनी छा जाती,

ओर मुरझाये हुए पुष्प भी लगता मनो मुस्काने लगे,

उसके नन्हे-नन्हे कदम जब धरती पर पड़े,

तो ज़मीन पर पड़े पत्थर भी सांस लेने लगे|

उसका फूलों सा नाज़ुक शरीर है इतना कोमल,

व उसका पवित्र स्पर्श लगे इतना निर्मल,

अपने छोटे-छोटे हाथों व अँगुलियों से जब वह ताली बजाये,

तो उसकी आँखों की चमक देखकर जी खुश हो जाये|

याद बहुत आती है उसकी,

जो रहती है वह इतनी दूर,

उसकी एक झलक भी नहीं देख सकती,

न मिल पाने के लिए जो हूँ मजबूर|

अब तो केवल तस्वीरों को ही देखती हूँ उसकी,

और उसकी प्रतीक्षा में काटती हूँ अपने दिन,

सोचती हूँ अब जब आएगी तो,

अपनी मीठी आवाज़ मुझे दीदी कहकर बुलाएगी|

अब तो वह और भी बड़ी हो जायेगी,

थोडा थोडा सब कुछ समझने लगेगी,

खेलेगी वह मेरे साथ और शितानी भी करेगी,

तब मैं उसे झूट-मूठ दान्तुंगी और उसके रूठने पर उसे मनाउंगी|

यही सब सोचती हूँ मैं रात-दिन,

जो मुझे मोहित कर देते हैं पल भर के लिए,

जल्दी से बस यहाँ आ जाये वो,

तो रोशन हो जाए मेरे जीवन के बुझे हुए दिए|

I Feel So Lucky

Every morning starts with a fresh breeze.

Don’t know why but it keeps me at so much ease. 

The salubrious air makes it easy for me to breathe. 

And I feel happy in my heart so deep. 

I see the birds around me chirping. 

The bugs on the booful flowers are wandering.

Those clouds above my head are drifting. 

And all this makes me stand below wondering.

I am happy that god made me blessed. 

My life is now free from any kind of stress. 

In the autumn all the withered leaves had shed. 

And the new leaves of hopes and aspiration have come back. 

I feel glad to have so many great people around.

I am happy with one, not many friends in abound. 

I felt my life was gross but I was so wrong. 

Everything now goes so smooth and sound. 

I am not sure whether the dark days have gone from my life or not, 

But I’ve kicked all the worries away just in one shot. 

The doors are closed for grief and the sorrows are out.

There is nothing now that can make me taut. 

My eyes shimmer and the bliss can be seen. 

They flaunt a jovial bright sheen.

I have understood what it really means. 

Life is too short to live and should be made clean.

I thank my parents to give their unconditional love. 

I thank my that friend who was with me all the times so tough. 

I thank my other fellows who hated me or loved me truly so much. 

I feel so lucky today for my every gain and loss.

A Candid Confession

I thought I’d been lie to,

I couldn’t believe that it was true,

I didn’t let my heart accept it,

For I didn’t want another time to lose my bliss.

But still somehow my heart didn’t support my mind,

It ditched me and let itself be deceived another time,

For I knew it would hurt me as I knew the truth,

But my heart was immature and alone it stood.

It was melted by those sweet words and sayings,

It couldn’t understand, it was just another game someone was playing,

It floated within the sea of those sugary utterances,

For it felt sweet and it made it feel exalted.

But my mind was worried about my heart,

It knew it’ll happen again and break it so hard,

Then my heart would lose all the hope,

And it’ll doubt about anything later for sure.

My mind was so right with everything it thought,

The heart was being hurt again in another shot,

Now it is torn, battered and wounded,

It feels as if chopped by a knife into pieces.

It doesn’t bleed nor does it hurt,

Whenever it speaks, nobody hears a word,

It has been numbed and frozen,

The jauntiness from it has been stolen.

My heart isn’t very depressed or sad,

Nor it has suffered anything that it can claim to be very bad,

It’s just that it has stopped to expect,

My trust has been broken and it can never be back..

She Lost

Once upon a time

A girl sang songs

She used to shine

She continued to sing them

As long as she could

As beautifully as she should

She received standing ovations

She was the heart of every party

She was the soul of every evening so bright

She was the winner of every right competition

People gave her felicitations

But she didn’t know why

She fell in love with a guy

A bright jovial boy

For whom she could even die

He was unaware of this

They both thought their lives to be bliss

He sang songs too

But she also sang

So well, he never knew

Once he heard her singing

He went numb at her voice

To find that she was so good

He thought she was better than him

He praised her as much as he could

As long as he could

He started to underestimate himself

And told the girl she was a better self

She shed a million tears when

He said she was better

She thought what she could do

To change his mind

But he was damn determined

And his qualities, he undermined

She felt some weight too heavy upon her

Her thoughts, every moment, she stirred

Once came a time she thought she could

Made her love believe he’s good

And finally came the time

When fate was in her favor

The boy won

She was happy but in her efforts

To make the boy believe his self

She lost herself!

I Still Pray

Sometimes I wish I were never born.

With no light in my life,

How can I believe in the presence of dawn?

Whatever I’ve in my life is sheer pain.

Nothing called happiness,

I have been able to gain.

I believed that my life was blissful.

With every good thing around,

The world looked so beautiful.

Once I knew how to smile and laugh.

And a tear never ever,

Could be spot in my eyes too dark.

I found delight in everything around.

With so many friends, I was so glad,

I don’t know why this sorrow, now I’ve found.

Friends, I called them and loved them.

They were treacherous and so disloyal,

I didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t tell.

People remained sweet before me and lied to me.

All of them took me for granted,

And never, in real, cared for me.

And so I was so love-deprived,

With no glee in me,

And only grief in my heart, deep inside.

All those, whom I considered still true,

To me; has gone too,

Leaving me behind, pale and blue.

I don’t know what to say or do.

But I stand here, with folded hands,

And I pray to get someone who is true.

But my prayers still don’t get answered.

And it hurts, with me too forlorn.

And my body, left shuddered.

I have no one to guide my way.

Even my soul betrays me,

And I feel awful today.

I wish to scream and shout.

But alas! No one can hear me.

And this is all what I am about.

I want to cry and die out.

But I can’t even do that,

As people have expectations from me around.

I don’t know what to say or do,

But I stand here, with folded hands.

And I still pray to get someone who is true.