Its sad
To know that some one is burning bridges
Even before my heart could smell
The acrid smoke of neglect
The bridge is already burnt down
While the water passes under it.

Heart tries hard to keep
The fire going on in heart
Seeing her face, turned away
In the flicker of light
In the bits of food, that one feeds to
One's dying love, but fails at last.

Made of blood, as foolish as it sounds;
Letters Drop, oozing out from a squeezed heart
Her name is cast again and again
On the sands of time
And waves upon waves
Sea wipes the effort, in vain, again and again

Why do I write
Why do I write on the sands
As I know it will be wiped out
In no time, but still I do
As I know she is oriented
Towards Sea - the sea of humanity and of love

I still have not burned my bridges...