Parting ways

With our fingers entwined in deep embrace

We stare out, away to some different space

The passion unspent is heightened here,

But then then there is this guilt with a tinge of fear

We barely meet eyes,

We rarely speak,

But then our emotion finds its voice

Within the silence of our choice.

With her fear laden eyes she looks at me,

A short smile of subtle degree

Passes across her lips

And I try to contain the second that slips,

But then, alas!  It is time to part

And our love remains unspent

In our solitary heart.

How should I define my woe?

How should I define my woe?

Should I, a seed of it

In your heart sow?

Or should I let it reside

There in the labyrinth

Of my heart?

Or should I let it bloom

And spread its effervescence

Of despair and gloom?

Or better still,

Should I probe and poke

Its roots and yank them in a stroke?

The Enigma of My Mind

The subtle loneliness that hath,

Built its walls were crumbling,

As I ventured into that path

Of needs and belonging.

Those harsh realities were

Mellowed by sparks of care,

 And those unspoken fears

Doused by happy tears.

But now the question that troubles me is

Will this be a long lived bliss?

Sound of Silence

Unseen, unheeded strands of existence,
Unheard is their Sound of Silence,
Dark faces smeared with dirt,
With traces of fear and hurt.
That occasional sound,
The audible pain, is the essence
Of their Sound Of Silence.
Lurking in darkness,
Awaiting light,
Their shabbiness,
What a sight!
Craving for a willingness,
Or least a pretense,
Is how they express their Sound of Silence.