As time passes by me…
Laughing at my foolishness
As the endless wait…
Continues to be my sole companion
I look back
I look back…
To what had been…the beauty that
We were a part of
Time which has mocked me so many times
Seemed to have been smiling at me …then
I don’t know what to call this emptiness
I don’t know how to forsake the friendship of Loneliness.
I know what is Freedom…
But I don’t understand it…
I have been told that ‘this’ is Love
But I don’t realize it.
I have run very hard
I am panting…can I stop?
I miss being with you
Can I come back?
O Time! Why do you make a fool out of me?
These wishful thoughts
The hollow dreams
And the hopeless sighs…
Pathetic…you say
I say…maybe
I loved you…but it never reached you…
My messages were blown away by the wind.
The footprints I left for you to follow…
Are covered with sands of time
And as I wait…
Time mocks me.
2 comments:
Hey the poem is gr8...thrs sumthing cynical bout it at sum points....d touch of sarcasm is vry professional..gr8 going
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