The last, I write
I laughed the last time, you made me to
I cry now, why haven’t you come to soothe me yet?
It’s not just the pain
But the loneliness that I have gained.
Didn’t tell me, what I wasn’t
I was dying inside you, was apparent.
Smoldering what we had
You smothered me, you were bad.
I wasn’t asked to look back
Because you had lost your humane face.
It’s not that, only hate I write
But it’s chaste from the now numb heart.
It’s the last, I write for you
The pot is dry of all the tears.
I laughed the last time, you made me to
I cry now, why haven’t you come to soothe me yet?
It’s not just the pain
But the loneliness that I have gained.
Didn’t tell me, what I wasn’t
I was dying inside you, was apparent.
Smoldering what we had
You smothered me, you were bad.
I wasn’t asked to look back
Because you had lost your humane face.
It’s not that, only hate I write
But it’s chaste from the now numb heart.
It’s the last, I write for you
The pot is dry of all the tears.
Hey Aseem.. such an emotional outburst!! very truthfully expressed.. :)
ReplyDeleteHey,Hot coffee mein cold,cold ice.....thanks for ur comments...its only because of such comments..tat i continue doing wat i love doing....letting my mind/heart speak.
ReplyDeletehatred???i wont say that....its love dried up!
ReplyDeletedried up tears will give u a better and clearer perspective now..
u have a life and better way ahead.
adore ur writing.
The best comliment a poet could ever had...wen the readers are able to derive their own meaning out of the piece of work....
ReplyDeleteHey Aseem... visiting your blog after a long time! The poem seems to be coming straight from your heart..
ReplyDeletevery well expressed
Cheers
Purva
hey thanks purva...ur comments are also always straigt from the heart!!!
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