Simply Emotions

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Come rain! I need to cry, Accumulated emotions Deep in a dark chasm, I want to dry. Come rain !  I want to cry. Take my happiness  Take my dreams Take all that  Is on the stake, The broken promises And slaughtered hearts The bleeding soul That lay scaterred in parts, Will be my better claim.

Regardless how loudly she cry, her Drama will not work here! Doesn't matter   how beautiful she is! But her ego makes her damn ugly. Hopeless how clever she is! But a Broken heart   will never leave her.

All my sufferings And my pain, Is accumulating  In the vein Of the instrument Called heart. That lives close to her... But still miles apart. All my sufferings  And all my pain Will probably  Rain, One day. She will feel  Helpless when  She be drenched. But I will  Still save her. Because my  Emotions will Again rain over her !!

  I might not exist for her Yet she is my world. I am dying for her, Yet she doesn’t bother  Even To hate……. She doesn’t want even  To watch my funeral Yet I will wish best for her, Even from hell. She doesn’t want to hear My dying sound, Unhealed wound, Escaping breathe, And unaccomplished deeds. Yet her voice  Is feast of my soul…….. At last she would not, Bother even to comment On this poem; Which is worst for her , Even than crap…..

In the bosom of platform, There lay two peculiar lines Which used to be so fascinating? In my lovely childhood. But now the hot potato Of my cherished heyday. For I have heard now, That these lines are parallel; That they don’t intersect And the distance remains constant. But my intellect plea; Poor will remain deprived, Because the corruption is parallel. Weaker will remain underdogs Because the demagogues are parallel. Politicians and their electors, Will remain always in conflict, Because their ideology is parallel. General students will always suffer, Because the reservation is parallel. Drunkard will remain satisfied, Because the bars are parallel, Parallel to each highway road. Lovers will remain parted, Because harsh rule of the Ostentatious society is parallel. Tell me please, for God’s sake, Does these lines are really parallel? Or they intersect somewhere far away. May be other platform,station. Or a junctio...

You came Just as a ray , Like dying sun In the night grey, Just an illusion Of rising day. When it started feeling, It has got , The pleasure of rising day Heavenly light and more a lot. Soon it realizes The fantasy,                                                        A day so bright, In a black basked dark night. Which is full of sufferings, And bright day to follow.      Keeping the mind wandering But still hollow .

She should know, now Otherwise it will be too late. How crazy was I for her? Waited lonely for her On the empty roads, With only duped heart And thoughts to burn. “You are crazy” People used to say. Yes I was, That I used to love you And believed you like God. I should say now Or it will be too late, That you are a Fraud, fraud, fraud….

Whenever I was in any difficulty, You were always there to smile. Whenever I was in little worry, You always told me how to smile. Whenever I used to cry, You were always there to wipe my tears. Whenever I needed any help, You offered me your shoulder. Whenever I needed ten, You offered me hundred. Now when I have all the luxuries of life, When it's time to rejoice, You are not here to share. I don't know where you are And what your fate is. Now whenever I smile, I look for your smiling face. Now I don't weep at all, Because I don't know where you are, And who will wipe my tears?

There is love at first sight, I had heard. But, now I realized, For I have seen you. Your face; So simple, But very difficult to, Stop looking at. I don’t know, Whether it is love; Just an attraction, Or a light of fraction. Feelings! Whether to flow, Or keep it to glow, In my damn stupid mind. Now it is up to you, Who has to decide? Whether to live in pride, Or be a lover of mine. Distance! Very small and time very short, For hatred to cake, And innocent heart to break.

Can somebody ditch me? So that I can feel, How it feels after breakup? Can somebody slap me? So that I can get The anger to show my Undiscovered self. Can anybody tell me the Way to sufferings, Because I am bored with Softness and happy life, Soft beds and the good food, I want to be hungry, So that I can understand The importance homemade food That is easily disliked by me. Can anybody make everything Difficult for me to get, So that I can understand the Value of easily available things. Can anybody?