Voice Of A Dying Friend....

A voice from the past..
Is knocking you…..
We were yesteryears pals…
Anguish followed by silence
Has become the backdrop
I’m torn apart
I died… the moment i realised
you deceived me...with your delusion
I cried and wailed…when I
Encountered your pretensions and illusions..
Oh!My dear pal…
Why you broke me with your masks?
I'm bruised with your thoughts and veil…
Let us turn back the clock for a while...
I learned about your inside out...
I felt,thot and spoke high of you..
To my beloved ones...
Melancholy ensued you..
You scurried and rushed to me..
Stretching out my hand...
I said..
'My dear friend...
Wake up!Never let down
your hopes
No matter where you go..
Whichever path you walk
I'm there ...
To take you towards..sunshine.."


Darkness hovered over my head…
With heart filled hopes...
I looked around...
But u were nowhere near...
Without a pause..you flew away
I lost my past..
I'am losing my present...
Yet i live with an undettered faith ..
Sooner..you will empathize
this scrawler's scribble
And liven up my coming days...
For friends are angels..
You are the one and only comrade..
Who can add colour to my life….

Sways.....

I don’t have a picture of yours
Nor I wish to carry…
Your place is not on the
Walls made of bricks
And coated with paints…
For Momma is an
unique feeling..sensed
in each and every breath
Deep and Intense
are those..even
a life is too short
to glorify the feel...
so..how can a picture
manifest my feelings?
You merit a special berth ..Momma...
Where you dwells ….
Where your memories sways.
Like a pendulum...
In my heart.