One Of The Many

In my losses

I became desperate

In my failures 

I found cowardice

Not unique, neither special

Just scared and in fear

Not one of the few 

But just one of the many

Like everyone I too had them 

Dreams! Yes I did had them

Until they became my fears 

And now finally my nightmares

Moments of happiness

How beautiful was it.

Now moments of regrets

How painful it is.

No more dreams but just one,

"To breathe"

A single breath of life

I wish I could before it's late

But

I know I can't cause it's late

And there goes my last dream

To come back as one of them 

Fears,nightmares and regrets.

Hold the Hands

The flowers may have withered,

They smell no longer sweet,

The presents may have shattered

Into pieces at our feet

The suits that I am wearing

Have become prodigious in it's girth

The dress that once did sparkle

May no longer be of worth

The pictures might have faded

We might have lost our wedding bands

But none of it would have mattered to me

As long as we are holding hands

Those who were with us once

May no longer be with us on this day

The smiles that bloomed once for us

Have faded in the passage of time

The love we made in bed  passionately

 Is now nothing but a beautiful memory

The occurrences that once occurred 

Have become stories whose endings we forgot

But none of it would have mattered to me 

As long as we are holding hands

But here i stand beside the meadows

Under the oak tree where,

We carved our names with our hands

With a bunch of flowers that u loved

And a beer bottle on the hand 

You were supposed to hold

Alone, afraid, frozen and,

Desperately waiting for the day

I get to hold your hands once more 

  

An Empty Space

In our greatest moments
and
in our best memories
there is a space in our heart
an empty space,
an empty space
that will be brimming with nothing. 
In our demise 
and 
in our worst memories 
the same empty space awaits us
to be brimmed with more nothingness 
and
as the days passes
we will spent more and more time in that empty space
waiting for that which will fill
the empty space
 waiting for that which will replace
all the nothingness
and
we will wait and wait in that empty space
till we reach our eternal slumber
which is brimming with more and more
of the nothingness 
There is a space in our heart
an empty space and we will wait and wait 
in that empty space  

Mask

The idea of a mask is to hide the face of a person. When we use a mask for a long time the mask will slowly overtake our real identity and soon the mask will become the real face. Along the way the real us will be buried deep within a thousand masks forgotten.....