Departure.

Stood there teary eyed
To see my father leave
Though just for only a week
I wore my heart on my sleeve.
That's when my mind fumbled
On a thought that made me mumble
Thinking about those
Who have to bid goodbyes, forever
That feeling, that glance
That one last stance
By which the person is remembered.
That last touch
That last hug
That last kiss
Which will be missed
With a little hope
And a little faith
To meet in life
Once again
But knowing inside
It won't come true
Of the future
We don't have a clue
Just the memories left behind
We bid adieu
With a faint little smile.

And then I thought of those
Who don't even
Get a chance
To meet
The last goodbyes
Cause, for them so sudden
The changes, outridden
Flows river of the shattered soul.

Be it the two love birds
Parting after those amazing  years
On their farewell,
Both sitting numb
Cause they don't know
What the future holds
They might not meet, ever.

Be it the mother deer
Went to search food
For her minor
hunt down, killed.
The baby longing his mother, under the hood, forever.

Be it his old mother
Or his new bride
The man of the family didn't return
Faught brave, with pride
Died.
While his child waiting in the womb.

Unreachable

Why
You are
Away
In the way
You, my dear
My favourite dream
Seems lost
In the crowded stream
I stretch my arm
In search of you
You're no where here
Have no clue
How to achieve you
My sweetheart
This feeling for me
Is fairly new.
So many beings, behind you
Chasing
Walking
Running
The infinite route.
Oh my dream
Please come true.

Cupid caught

A girl with confidence, as she stood
With fierce determination, she bore the heavy cold
No love, no broken heart, the thumb rule she followed
So she never opened up her true soul to behold.


She stood in defiance, to the love that came.
Cause she knew, she wasn't made, for the same
She had fame and didn't want to play the game,
She was beautiful, and wasn't meant to be tamed.


Its not that love didn't  knock her doors,
It did, in fact a zillion times,
But she was stubborn as she grew more
Thinking as if being in love was a crime.


It's because she saw her closed ones,
Breaking into pieces,
She thought she wasn't that strong enough,
That's when she developed her own thesis.


Love is bad, she taught herself,
But little did she know what was coming ahead,
It was the same little cupid
Hitting her hard, like everybody said.