When the whole world is busy, the pathway seems so dark; The eyes search for the only one who can light the spark; The heart craves for his presence, wishing for his one call; Wishing if he could hold you when he sees you fall.
Hoping that he would understand the pains that you bear; When you see the devil of loneliness approaching near; Hoping that he would enclose you tightly in his hold; When he sees you crying, when he sees you are cold.
When the waits go on for ages, leaving behind trails of pain; When he never seems to listen to you and calls you an insane; When you want him to tell you just how much he misses you; That you are his heaven, without you he too feels the blue.
When the whole world becomes busy, there is none to listen to you; It is when you stop saying, what you are going through; It is when you resort to silence; try to control your tears; It is when you become numb to all those untold fears.
The heart bleeds as the pain amplifies; The special one cannot fathom it, even when he is in front of your eyes; You stop; think for a moment, “Did you love him less?” “Is this forever or is it only a phase?”
Your questions remain unanswered, like it was before; You can feel you are breaking, right from the core; Still there is none to hold you, to tell you he is there; To tell you how much he loves you, and that he too does care.
Poet’s Note The poem talks about a soul full of love and her yearning for her lover.
Passionate about books and poems. Love to lay bare thoughts through poems and brief write-ups on thoughtful topics. A public relation brand communication executive by profession, I am focused on balancing my professional and personal life without compromising on my penchant for literature and art.
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