A Broken Heart

If only,
I had been born an year earlier,
Or had liked maths just a little bit more,
Or had got cinema tickets for the noon show,
And had not interjected in the debate at Stephen's instead,
Or had it not rained that day in July,
If only.

If only,
You had been born a year later,
Or had not loved History quite so much,
Or had not been such a good debater,
Or had carried an umbrella that fateful day in July,
If only.

If only,
The Babri masjid had not been demolished,
The gulf war had occured some years later,
Soviet Russia had not crumbled apart,
The Berlin wall had stood intact still,
Safdar Hashmi had still been alive,
We both had hated old songs and mushy movies,
If only.

We would then have not been at DU together,
You would not have responded to my interjection,
We would not have taken shelter at the bus stop outside Hindu,
We would have had nothing to say to each other,
We would have remained strangers always,
The webs of fate leading us along separate paths,
Never intersecting, unaware and oblivious,
Of each other.

And yet you said,
One dusky evening some years after that day in July,
That we were not destined to be together.
Poor destiny,
To be made a scapegoat,
After all it had done.

AT THE DEATH OF ANOTHER FEELING

As if feelings are cramped,
in the dark dungeon of mind
feelings capture my heart
but words,detour from expressing them
Superficially,perhaps,imake amends with my heart,
Each atonment, gives me frustration
but,there lies some grim pleasure
-to cover things that drill holes within,
-to burn in the self ignited fire,
Bit by bit,slowly, my feelings burn
smoke arises but visible to none,
Scarred and puzzeled the heart cries,
The whirlpool of emotions, stirs,
the motionless, calm heart
Time ticks off,
fresh feelings are born..........
which assuags the wonded heart
But how long can the heart smile?????????
Soon the mind, forsees.......
a crippled and bleeding heart,
LYING COLD AT THE DEATH OF ANOTHER FEELING

The truth of life

THE DAY COMES,WHEN I DIE,
MANY FEEL SAD AND MANY CRY.
I LIE ON THE GROUND,DRESSED IN A WHITE SHROUD,
COOL AND CALM ON THE FACE, UNEFFECTED BY THE CROWD.

MY RELATIVES AND FRIENDS,ALL GATHER AT MY PLACE,
THEY MOURN FOR SOME REASON,WHICH I COULD NOT GUESS.
SOME WEEP THROUGH THEIR MINDS,SOME WEEP THROUGH THEIR HEARTS.
THEY ARE JEALOUS OF MY PEACE, AS THEY CAN'T TROUBLE ME NOW.

SOME RELATIVES AND FRIENDS, WHO LOVED ME A LOT,
CARRIED ME OUT OF MY HOUSE, TO A CREMATORIUM.
THEY SET ME ON FIRE, AND WAITED TILL I AM BURNT.

THEN THEY CRIED FOR HOURS,FOR DAYS AND WEEKS,
SOME CRIED FOR THE FRIENDSHIP, THAT I COULDN'T CARRY ON.
SOME CRIED FOR THE RELATIONS, THAT WERE ALL BROKEN DOWN.
THEIR WAS A SELFISH MOTIVE, BEHIND THEIR CRYING,
THEY LOVED ME A LOT, BUT I SHOWED NO SUCH SIGN.

I FELT VERY SAD, ON SEEING THEM CRY.
I FOUND THAT I WAS JUST AN ACTOR OF A SKIT,
MY TIME WAS OVER, AND I HAD TO SPLIT.
SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED THE AIM, FOR WHICH I WAS THERE,
I NEVER BOTHERED OF IT, WHEN THE TIME WAS THERE.

IT WAS MY DEATH, WHICH MADE ME REALISE
THAT I WAS SO ATTACHED, TO THIS MARVELLOUS PLAY OF LIFE.
AND FORGOT THE AIM,TO SEARCH THE ALMIGHTY,
WHO IS THERE WITH US,BUT IN DISGUISE.
MY DEATH MADE ME REALISE, THIS TRUTH OF LIFE..