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Showing posts with label Heartbreak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heartbreak. Show all posts

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Living a lie


When voices can’t be trusted
and the smiles are just a lie,
When ears turn deaf and
the heart is left alone to cry.

When promises are broken and
the world around seems to crumble,
Words appear inadequate
and the mind begins to fail.

When loneliness is your only company
Amidst all the friends, and,
the person(s) you love and hate the most
is no different but the same.

When memories are all you have left
and life begins to stagnate
When dreams and nightmares are the same
and insomnia appears desirable

When you begin to enjoy the sadness
and derive pleasure by hurting
When melancholy appears crowded and
crowds appear lonely.

When every pretty girl reminds you
of what you lost years back.
and you still desire the same lap
to stare into that pure and serene face

You know the time has come
When all you do is, sigh
its time to get a life
and stop living a lie.
---Sriram

Friday, March 4, 2011

आखरी सांस



ये काले बादल, ये घनघोर घटाएं

दिलाती है याद उस हसीन रात की

ये कड़कती बिजलियाँ, ये बहती हवाएं

भूलाये न भूल पाता, बातें उस आखरी मुलाकात की


हम तो समझ बैठे थे प्यार को भगवान्

दे दिया उनको, अपना दिल अपनी जान

मगर देखो उस खुदा की खुदाई

सज़ा में मिली तो सिर्फ दर्द-ऐ-जुदाई


नादान थे हम जो ये समझ बैठे, कि

हमसे जादा प्यार न कर सकेगा कोई

मगर क्या पता था इस नाचीज़ दिल को

ऊपर वाले की मर्ज़ी से, कभी जीत न सका है कोई


कहते है हर रात की सुबह होती है

हर दर्द की एक दवा होती है

मगर ऐ खुदा पे भरोसा रखने वाले बन्दों

एक सवाल था, क्या होगा जवाब आपका...


जब खुदा ही छीन लेता है ज़िन्दगी की वो हर रौशनी ?

जब अँधेरे और रौशनी के बीच का फर्क, फर्क नहीं रहता

और जब रौशनी की वो आखरी किरण,

अक्सर ज़िन्दगी की आखरी सांस होती है

---श्रीराम

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A Dope... not just hope


No matter how far you are

Or, how long it has been

You never forget what it felt like

To have smiled and shared deep within


It didn’t matter and it never could

If she was a fairy tale or a devious angel

Only if, it were possible, I certain would

Knowing the end is certainly not well


I tried to run far away from me

But destiny just took twists and turns

Only to put me where it all began

And ended with ashes after the burns


May be the phoenix was lucky

For sometimes even the ashes could burn

And while we profess an end only to give hope

Eternally burning ash might just be the "dope"


---Sriram

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Priority vs An Option

Life is a beautiful chain of memories

The Songs we sing; those long stories

The hugs, the dances and the fights

They all bring the same delight


They make us both glad and sad

For the heart rules with the eyes clad

The sunset and sunrise as they occur

Takes me back and forth like a soccer


I lay with the lights dim yet eyes wide open

And while memories seem to have shorten

My mind wanders on those same lanes

Suddenly life becomes all so mundane


Reflecting back on the past deeds

Memories come alive showing the leads

Dark clouds hover around while we lament

The beauty turns sombre for what we haven't


Life goes for a toss while we create a notion

A Habit into love into an obsession

Happiness fades; Melancholy comes with an auction

When She becomes the priority with I being "just an option"

---Sriram

Friday, November 6, 2009

I have finally moved on

The day you called me up for the last time
Only to mention that love wasn’t for a lifetime
The whole night I cried, wailed, and wept
Till tears refused to drop and cheeks were no longer wet

Friends had always warned me; Foes laughed at me
Inspite of the odds, faith was all I had
Moments later I was left devastated, wondering
If it was really happening, stuck in the mode of denial

Months later I gazed into the mirror
I shed no tears, I was finally moving on
Only to find myself in an unknown zone
Of contempt, fear, dilemma and emotions foregone

Then comes year number one
I no longer starred at her pictures; neither talked about it to my friends
I was finally moving on
Only to start scribbling the past on a paper

Time passed and I grew stronger
Life took many turns; some good some not so good
But there was this zeal to go ahead of the past
A hope against the hope to recollect the shattered dreams

Three years down the lane
I no longer wish to get back that lost life
I finally have moved on and am happy
Only to still remember her smell and how hard I fell
--Sriram

Monday, September 7, 2009

An Incomplete poem... I didnt wanna finish

I sit in a dark room
All alone in a gloom
And as i look outside the window when the night is in the full
I feel so much woeful

I listen to the soft tunes of old classics
And every line of it seems to give me kicks
Ears are so filled with the melancholy
So are my eyes drowned in complete silence

I don’t sleep for more than a few hours
Thinking about her I spend hours
And as I look at those stills
It seems as if life lacks all the frills

I wonder how life would have been
Had she been there with me today
Possibly I would be wring a love note for her
Instead of this moron text

We may not get back ever again
We can never walk together on a lane
But still there’s something I don’t know about
And it makes me go back to the forbidden zone

Friday, February 20, 2009

Either as your lover, or as your best friend!!

I know you never did, nor you would ever care
For all that I wanted you to share

Everything I have ever wanted to do for you
Trying real hard to make you feel my care
It’s never been easy to tell you
The fact that for you I ll always be there

What I express is nothing but true
It’s just about you and only you
I never get so much of a comfort
As I get when I am with you

You were rude and you made me cry
The agony I underwent I can’t deny
Still I hope to work things out
And I ll do it without the slightest doubt

Just tell me once if you feel the same way too
Or ever felt in past to start brand new
I promise to give you all the happiness
I ll be there by your side I bet

And if you still feel like crossing on the corpse of my love
And still if you want it all to end
Just remember that I'll be there till the end
Either as your lover, or as your best friend!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

I AM NO MORE WHAT I WAS…

I AM NO MORE WHAT I WAS…
AS I OCCUPY THE LAST BENCH IN MY CLASS
AND TURN THOSE UNTURNED PAGES OF THE BOOK
LOOKING INTO THE EYES OF PEOPLE AROUND ME
AND INTO THOSE HOLLOW SPHERES AHEAD OF ME

I DON’T KNOW IF I AM PRESENT HERE IN THE CLASS
IT IS JUST MY BODY AND NOT MY SOUL
EYES ARE AT ITS PLACE IT SHOULD BE
BUT SIGHT IS SOME WHERE FAR AWAY INTO THE FIELDS

THERE I SEE A GIRL HOLDING THE HANDS OF A BOY
THE BOY STOOD MESMERIZED AS SHE SPOKE TO HIM
SHE MUST BE TRYING TO EXPRESS HER LOVE HER CARE
AND THE INNOCENT BOY SEEMED SO HAPPY SO ELATED

SUDDENLY I HEARD A LOUD VOICE
MY TEACHER WAS STARING AT ME
I LOOKED AT HIM AND THEN BACK TO THE FIELDS
A MOMENT LATER AND THE GIRL WAS GONE

HE STOOD THEIR ALL ALONE PERPLEXED AND DEVASTATED
UNABLE TO GAUGE THE COMPLEXITY OF HIS LIFE
SHE HAD LEFT HIM NEVER TO RETURN
PROMISES FORGOTTEN; HEART BROKEN

HIS FRIENDS TRIED TO CONSOLE HIM
WHILE OTHERS SHOWED HIM THE REALITY
BUT HE KEPT HIS EYES AND EARS CLOSED
HOPING TO LISTEN TO HER AND SEE HIS LOVE WHEN HE OPENS HIS EYES

SUDDENLY I FELT MY CHEEKS WET
AND I WONDERED WHY, AS A DROP OF TEAR FELL ON MY CLASS NOTES
WHOSE TEARS WERE THEY; I THOUGHT
THAT POOR BOY’S OR MY OWN….



IT CANT BE MINE...I DON’T CRY
I WAS JUST TURNING THOSE PAGES
PAGES….WHICH PAGES WERE I TURNING
THOSE THAT OF THE BOOK OR THAT OF MY OWN LIFE

4 LONG YEARS WHEN SHE BECAME MINE FOREVER
2 LONG YEARS WHEN SHE DESERTED ME FOREVER
BUT THE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF HER PRESENCE IS STILL IN MY HEART
ALONG WITH THOSE MARKS ON MY SOUL

I DON’T KNOW WHAT WAS ALL THAT IN THOSE 2 YEARS
LOVE ATTRACTION OR INFATUATION?
WAS IT THE BEST GIFT OF MY LIFE OR THE BIGGEST MISTAKE
WHATEVER BE IT—IT CHANGED ME FOREVER
I AM NO MORE WHAT I WAS





SRIRAM AGRAWAL

I DON’T KNOW WHY

I DON’T KNOW WHY
BUT I THINK I AM SAD
OR, RATHER,
I AM NOT AS HAPPY AS I WISH TO BE

MY PARENTS LOVE ME
MY FRIENDS SUPPORT ME
YET MY MIND FAILS TO UNDERSTAND
WHY DOES THIS HEART ACHE

WHEN I AM AT HOME
AND HAVE GOOD FOOD TO EAT
I MISS THE MAGGIE AND BUGERS WE HAD
NOT TO ENJOY BUT TO SURVIVE

WHEN I AM WITH MY MOM
I FEEL SO GOOD ,SO SECURE
YET I WISH TO MOVE OUT
TO MEET THOSE FRIENDS IN THE WOOD

WHEN I GET SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS
I LOOK FOR TRANQUILITY
AND I WISH TO REMAIN ALONE
WHICH WHEN I AM, I AVOID

LOOKS LIKE I AM IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING
SOMETHING WHICH I CANT REALLY ARTICULATE
I DON’T KNOW IF IT DOES EVEN EXIST
OR IS IT YET ANOTHER IMAGINATION


WHAT IS THAT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY
IS IT LOVE, IS IT MONEY
IS IT THE FAMILY OR IS IT …..
I REALLY DON’T HAVE AN ANSWER
AND I COME BACK TO WHERE IT STARTED

I DON’T KNOW WHY

SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO DIE WITHOUT HER

AS I WASHED MY CLOTHES
I SAW THE BUBBLES RISE AND DANCE
WITH EACH BUBBLE ROSE MY SENTIMENTS
AND ASKED ME TO MAKE AN ADVANCE

I COULD SEE HER IN THOSE WATER BUBBLES
THOSE GLITTERING EYES AND LUSCIOUS LIPS
I FELT SHE WERE ALL AROUND ME
EXPLOITING AN ENIGMA OUT OF ME

BUT AS MY HANDS APPROACHED TO TOUCH HER
THE WATER BUBBLE SIMPLY BURST
AND WHAT WAS LEFT WAS ONLY WATER
DREAMS ALL SHATTERED

SHE IS NOTHING BUT THAT WATER BUBBLE
SOMETIMES SO BRIGHT SO SHINY
SHE DANCES TO HER OWN TUNES OF LOVE
AND VANISHES WHEN I TOUCH HER

OH GOD WHAT IS THE KIND OF CHOICE I FACE
AS I WATCHED HER SHE WAS SO HAPPY AND CLOSE
BUT AS I EXTENDED MY HANDS TO HOLD HER
ALONG WITH HER LOVE SHE DISAPPEARED

MY DESTINY MAY NOT BE TO DIE IN HER LAP
NOR WOULD IT BE TO LIVE AND LOVE HER
BUT I CAN ALWAYS BE NEAR TO MY LOVE
WITHOUT BEING HER’S
AND WATCH HER SING AND DANCE

SO WHAT IF IT MEANS NEVER TRYING TO HOLD HER
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS NEVER TRYING TO TOUCH HER
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO BE DEVOID OF THAT LOVE
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO DIE WITHOUT HER