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READ ME READ READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME READ ME

Yes I crave for attention

Because I know how slippery a rope it can be!

I strive for perfection,

An unattainable feat!

I want you to know me,

If nothing else, just recognise me

With the mask that I wear.

Don’t you see how much I change

For each and every one of you

A lump of clay, to be moulded

As per your wish

For this a small payment I ask

A hungry artist , this humble self

Just demands to be heard,

Or stared at, long enough to be counted

As more than a passing glimpse

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In Anticipation

I wait

Day in and day out

Watching as the hours bleed into days,

Some days it’s by the window frame

Watching the sun rise and set

Marking yet another day.

On days where I feel brave

I switch on the internet…

But most days I spend

Trying to forget about you…

What’s done can never be undone,

And there remains a little solace in that.

But any-time now, you’ll be here-

A phantom lover, a thousand possibilities

Of what could have been ;

Indeed a tragic heartbreak this!

Yet there still remains that fragment of hope

Even so, as I pen down these words,

my results,

You fill me with dread!

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Carpe Diem

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My dearest daughter,

Long ago there was a girl, on the cusp of adulthood, old by age and yet child at heart

And she penned down these very words,  at which I feel you must at least glance,

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Let me die

doing what I do best!

Let me love with a passion,

daring enough that it can set me ablaze,

It is one life, let me brave enough

To truly LIVE!

A life not without regrets , instead

A life I wouldn’t regret living again.

Deny me success,

If it is at the cost of my happiness,

Let me forever feel incomplete –

Just a tiny bit –

So that I strive to quench

that eternal thirst – again and again !

Indeed, just deny me

A life of synchronised monotony.

When the sailor drowns at sea,

Surely he tries to escape,

And as the water drowns his screams –

Arms thrash against the lovers embrace.

And yet! At that instant when

limbs grow too tired to resist

His one true love’s claim of him

He knows, there could have been,

No better way to go!

Had he not denied fate,

An accountant would he have been,

And having met a different demise,

His last words would have been,

“If only ..”

Even if my last breaths are

Of absolute agony,-

Let me Live a life

I’d wish I could relive again !

And before I forget, the girl is me and I found this sheet 60 years too late !