Monday, March 31, 2008

The Worrying Whys Within

The worrying whys still haunt my mind
And the Acherontic aura surrounds me
Neither letting me live nor letting me die
The story still confounds me
Had it been the Divine play or the Tempter’s little game
The miraculous reality of my life or a hallucinating dream frame
Had it been a pure devotion or an infatuation ended with time
Had it been my fault or yours masterminded sweet crime
If I had several flaws and never let you feel mine
What made you love me then before choosing to decline
If you had been the one alone to give up and give in
What would you call the stances when
I never treated your lies as sins
If faith was all you had in me, and the affection would have been true
How come you placed false blames on me been based on reasons untrue
And now when we have separate ways to follow and pursue
All I need is a justifiable reply for all the questions from you
Since, worrying whys still haunt my mind
While, the answers to the questions I try to find.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Loving You.

With brimming tears and aching heart
I kept on wondering what made us part
What made you turn away your face?
Letting me follow the sufferer’s race
And while you turn a deaf ear to
The words I spoke or wrote to you
I wondered if it were really you
An unforeseen illusion becoming true
When times have changed, and so are you
Still, why do I keep doting you?
And when there is nothing left to be true
Yet, why do I keep loving you?

Weird Whispers.

Alone in my darkened room
Along with the blessed solitude
I lay straight and stare the wall
Figuring out my life's rises and falls
Thinking that I may belong to somewhere else
Knowing it made a little sense
Comprehending the purpose of my existence
Was I being created for practicing persistence
Thinking what forced me for doing wrongs
Why was I destined to hear the melancholic songs?
And when I ended up questioning myself
I saw a ray of light entering the room
I woke up and took a great deep sigh
A sigh of relief, that's what I believe
As Lord has shown me the way to fly
A reason to live; a purpose to die