I sat in the bowls of sadness
Racking the days back
Which appeared bitterly delicious
All was the melodious track

Of tragedies playing diminuendo
This has been a trier of cricket
That left its crevice
For a flagrant journey

In a beautiful thorn roads
In a laughing still ocean
A journey that brakes
The darkest still night

In between the land and sea
Seas with fanning gills of catfish
And roads crowded by ugly crocodiles
Betwixt light and covetous darkness

THE LOST HEART

Of his life, she was never a significant part;

But for her, he was everything; he was  her own heart.

For her heart, now did not to her belong;

Sadly this bitter truth, she knew all along.

Now doesn't know she, how to him forget;

There's nothing left but loneliness, pain n regret.

To forget him, she tries hard, consciously with all her might.

Between her head and heart there is a constant fight.

Realizes she sadly, how can live one; without a heart.

Knows she well, she has lost it to him, who doesn't hold her heart.

A delimma she faces, what to do with her life rest !!

I too can't help her, knowing well, life is a tough test.

CAN ANYONE OF YOU HELP HER

Armin Dutia Motashaw