Lost Love

Behold the beauty of autumn

            Such desolateness, such hopelessness.

The trees stripped to their bones

            And the dead leaves surround you

The silence of the chirpy bird irks you

            The quiet if swings moves you.

 

But then all the wise men say

            All good things come to an end

Every sunrise shall have a sunset

            Every thing DIES…….

 

So still why do we moan?

Why do we wail?

Why do we feel cheated in face of death?

            And why do we fear the inevitable?

 

Songs are sung for those

            Epics are written for those

Heroes are made out of them

            All those who never feared death.

 

Why do I talk about death?

            When Lord has given me a life to make out of it?

Why do I think of the end?

            When I haven’t started yet?

These are but the ranting of an empty mind

            A man bogged down by failures

A chipped stone thrown away by the sculptor

            A bird with lost will and a broken wing

 

Is this because my dear heart sees autumn

            And across the fence spring blooms in full glory

 

Is it because I am alone and cold

            And the rest are merry and happy

 

Is it because I am hated and loathed

            And the rest are loved and love  all

 

Aah! My dear little heart

            Console yourself, take a grip of yourself

I know you see autumn today

            And the star of your hope is shrouded by clouds

 

It is a dark night indeed my dear

            When in the wilderness I am alone

I see her, I feel her…… Aah! I think bout her

            And then I realize how false my aspirations are

 

My dreams, my hopes, my aspirations

            Are all crushed beneath the disappointments of my life

 

It is then the most painful realization hits me

            The glasshouse of your love is shattered by the stones of truth

 

I always thought that the biggest low of mine

            Would to love and not be loved back

Even hated and loathed would have sufficed

 

But now I realize, there is something worse than it

            And you my dear have made me realize that

It is to love and then get to know

            That your are as worthless as the straw in the hut of a villager to her

 

My love….why this harsh punishment?

 

Oh! I could have face hatred

            I could have accepted not being loved.

 

But such cruelty

            I wander around as an orphaned child

Who has lost his candy

            Imagine…just imagine my love

I am that orphaned child

            And you- my love, are more important to me than that candy

 

Ohh! I’ll scamper around

            Broken, wilted by the indifference

Yet laden with false pride

            And sheer laughable sense of invincibility

 

Aah! I shall wear my armor day in and day out

            I shall walk in the battle everyday

But remember my dear-

            The chink in my armor is what you have given me

 

The knife stabbed in my heart

            Throbs with the pain of your indifference

 

Ohh! I shall love

            I shall always love my dear

But never again will you know that

            For its your laugh and smile that you think are yours

Shall be my gift to you…….

 

So go my love…breathe…laugh…smile

            Whereas I’ll wilt away, reduced to ashes…..

 

Just anither one of your suitor who bites the dust