A Painting by Me
Waiting all my life,
those moments have passed by,
Where thousands of wishes…
…have been left to die
Although this life has played several roles
There are quite a few that have loopholes
Searched for happiness and figured out the destiny
In the process, pain outgrew, what an irony,
It’s my generosity I don’t call out for you anymore
How do I relate to you if you are not even my cure
I know you are the one who shuts those doors
Go away, I don’t even need your coffin anymore
So now, burry me without a shroud, because
There are no more complaints to be spoken out loud
I have learnt from my reflection
Everyone here needs a companion
My loneliness is not self centered
To make a decision without your agreement
Leaving a few wishes for the world I am yet to see
That meeting will be as significant as it could be
It hadn’t been easy but it is hopeful for sure
You did make a difference, It cant be just the emotions
There has to be a reason why we met at his door…
Poet's Corner 