The words I wanted to hear
Were the ones you never said.
Left me alone once again,
With a strange dull ache.
Groping in the dark was I.
Pleading you to stay.
Don't go!
My heart cried
but it was in vain.
Smiling and laughing!
You turned away.
While I watched and
Into the empty space stared.
Nothing more had I wanted
except your warm embrace.
Just a few more moments
A little more time.
A few more words
Perhaps to share a smile.
Nothing more !
Yet you didn't stay.
Like an answered prayer
You had come.
Like a curse
You went away.
Rakshinda.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
Wicked thou art!
For you put a hole in my heart.
An open gaping wound
That refuses to heal.
Try as i may
The pain subsides
but just for a while.
The hole in my heart
remains the same.
Cold thou art!
For you put a hole in my heart.
With unseen claws...
I am drawn into
a bottomless pit of pain.
The hole in my heart
Deepens!
Heartless thou art!
For you put a hole in my heart.
Merciless!
and yet i curse my foolish heart!
-Rakshinda.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
Has time really passed
Or has it stood still.
I am where I was
Or am I?
Not sure any more.
Tears sting.
The heart aches.
Yearning!!
A long lost dream
Do I see once again.
Go away!!
I cry.
You are not mine to keep.
I gasped as it started to recede.
My hands reached out wildly..
To grasp it once again.
No ..No.. don't go.
For how will I live?
Without you..I can't exist.
In my darkest hours
You kept me alive..
Your thoughts made me smile.
True ! You broke my heart
But I love you still.
You are my dream
Though you can never be mine.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Has time really passed
Or has it stood still.
I am where I was
Or am I?
Not sure any more.
Tears sting.
The heart aches.
Yearning!!
A long lost dream
Do I see once again.
Go away!!
I cry.
You are not mine to keep.
I gasped as it started to recede.
My hands reached out wildly..
To grasp it once again.
No ..No.. don't go.
For how will I live?
Without you..I can't exist.
In my darkest hours
You kept me alive..
Your thoughts made me smile.
True ! You broke my heart
But I love you still.
You are my dream
Though you can never be mine.
-R.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
Something is there on my mind
Not easy to understand..
Is it me that I see?
In my thoughts not easy.
Clawing my way out of sand..
Dragging the wings by my side..
Is it me that I see?
Being drawn towards the sea.
Into the water,I jump..
After flying for a while..
Is it me that I see?
Floating in the space...
Free!
-Rakshinda.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
A long road ahead. .
No light in sight..
No destination do I know.
Will there ever be a respite?
Where do I go?
No one by my side
Clinging to hope,
Praying for time .
Have to find a way.
Though I still can't see the light.
Have come so far..
Can't give up the fight.
Somehow I know
Deep in my heart
I will survive
And if dreams do true..
One day...
So will mine .
But then again..
Where do I go?
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
It drips down from her eyes
Dampening her heart
Slowly and steadily
Baffling her more and more
What caused it?
She does not know
Yet its presence
she can no longer ignore.
It's there.
Only this much she knows.
A searing pain that pierces
her soul.....till its very core.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
From the bleak darkness it emerged,
triumphant and domineering.
Looming over the dreams
its strength,overpowering.
No denials this time
for there can be none.
like a flame it burns
like a spear,it hurts.
It illumines the mind
though the heart splits.
The dreamer dies
the realist lives.
It holds thee in its
strong embrace.
All fade,
only it ...forever remains.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
Cold...cold...so cold
Can someone feel so cold?
Through the intertwining folds..
Of dreams so old.
The blazing sun
The scorching heat..
Yet so cold.
Heart beats .
Smiles within...sadly..
A spirit so old.
Is there no end ?
No respite
From this nerve biting cold.
-Rakshinda
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Was it just a gulmohar tree?
or did it mean more?
will it be remembered for its shade,
or for the beautiful flowers it bore?
will it stand just as a memory,
hidden in some remote corner of the mind?
or will it remain alive forever
like a couplet
against the blows of time.
-Rakshinda
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC