The Ugly Truth.

It’s been raining for days now,

I’ve been waiting all this time,

For someone to show me the sun,

For that to come back, which is mine.


In the bottomless sea of sorrow i drown,

Wasted limbs, and a wasted life,

Weigh me down into the deep,

And i succumb to the stab of your knife.


This pain has met me before,

But never with such unforgiving violence,

I have no fear, or fight left in me now,

And so i give in, in silence.


Is it me, or is cold in this furnace?

The fire of your words, has left me frozen,

The more i insist, the more determined you are,

So a path in life, without me, you seem to have chosen.


I begged and pleaded to you, my dear,

Knowing that the folly is mine, and you are giving me what i asked,

To forgive me for not being brave enough,

To face what was always in my heart.


Two pieces of me there now exist,

One went with you, incomplete but at peace,

The other demands for retribution against itself,

And from its own life sentence, release.


Love, can be so bloody daunting,

It makes you dance to its wicked song,

Untill you can’t live without the bittersweet pain,

And then it goes away, taking all that is you along.


You will continue to care, i know,

But my words will hold you back,

I will continue to hurt, I know,

In the onslaught of your silent attack.


I’ve put you through a lot, my love,

Your time to rest has arrived,

It couldn’t have been easy to be with me,

What with my arrogance and foolish pride.


I have paid the price for my deeds,

In more ways that you should know about,

And if being away from you wasn’t bad enough,

Myself too, now I must live without.


Strange the way heartbreak will eat at you,

Alone in a busy and bustling crowd,

With friends who search for the girl they knew,

And suffocated alone, in your home’s lonely shroud.


Tears flow freely and unannounced,

Memories get sharper, with each passing day,

You said, it’ll get easier, let time work its magic,

I guess you were wrong, true love goes the other way.


Whenever and if you wish to return,

You’ll find my doors wide open,

I’ll still be waiting, like I am today,

But you’ll find me even more broken.


I’ll refrain from calling you back,

For the girl you loved has long since passed,

At least the pain of death ends eventually,

The ugly truth of your absence, will remain always, unasked.

The Lessons We Learn.

Always a lesson to be learnt in everything,

Behind every failure, and each failing,

Learn it the easy way now,

Or fate will do the needful, and how.


When you stumble and stumble again,

There are forces working at odds, you claim,

The fault cannot be yours, you insist,

Afraid of what lies beyond this ignorant mist.


While the world observes your silent misery,

You run from the reality that you’ve created, clearly,

The burden of escape, comes back compounded,

Waiting for you to turn around, astounded.


It’s a short life, my little friend,

As soon as you can, make amends,

Like an ostrich, you dug your head in the sand,

Now pay the price, play with the dealt hand.


The lover and friend you shunned at random,

The mother and father you hurt in tandem,

All that forgiveness came at a price,

And you gambled it away, with the roll of a dice.


This lesson, had you in time learnt,

Along with your misery, the pain would’ve burnt,

But you chose to keep the evil alive,

What you escaped then, now twice will arise.


Remember always what you were told,

There’s never a problem too big for the bold,

It’s never too late to right a wrong,

But don’t call him back, the one who is gone.


Some lessons well learnt, were forgotten by you,

Some lessons were unlearned on his side too,

And now you stand alone with your sorrow,

Fearing your dark and bleak tomorrow.


Well delayed, but the process must start now,

The healing must begin, to the gods, take a bow,

Nothing but a puppet you all but remain,

From the same mistakes now, you must  refrain.


The gift you lost, so precious,

The throne in a heart so spacious,

Where you ruled for years with flourish,

A man meant for love, and just to cherish.


It’s this lesson that you forgot to read,

That the warning of the fates you failed to heed,

What comes back twice, won’t come back again,

The third time is no charm, just an empty claim.


Why do you cry now, why must you repent,

The clock has been ticking, been long since he went,

Must have gone quite a distance,

He hasn’t looked back, no such instance.


Now let’s open our eyes, and re-evaluate,

What we have left, what is still on our plate,

There’s not much, not much in your net,

Pick up the piece, that’s your best bet.


Stand again, at the starting line,

And pray for mercy, to the lords divine,

That this too, may come to pass,

Or, to give you strength to walk over glass…