I don't know why I still care
Why I think about it all over again

I loved him, I know, but that's no excuse
There's no point in this, there's no use

But I guess everyone moves on at their own pace
So be patient with yourself, this is not a race

I wish I wish
I wasn't like this
Can't give to get
Can't aim to miss.
To be alive is such a gift
If only I, could learn to live.

Glow glazed in my guilt
Sick swallowing pride
Feeling all that I feel
killingme inside.

sinking is my spirit
Missing is my mind
Bodys long mistreated
Lost is all my time.

Fog closes in outside my window
Though I try to look, to see, beyond
Where my imaginary golden paddies are
Standing on their December feet by the pond

My mind wonders outside, to wash it away
To let the wintery sunbeams arrive
Inside the dark shelves of my caged heart
Where my little dreams are still alive

A gust of chilly wind touches my bare face
Whispering memories of winter from childhood
Eyes closing, I feel inside the same little child
Unaware of the coming tests of his boyhood

©Dhiman Saha