Before you proceed....
Disclaimer: This was not written by a drunkard veera.... This was not written by a Devdas Veera :)
The bathroom poet within me just wanted to cry this poem out aloud... so plz bear....
Sitting alone, Lost in my thoughts
trying to pen down, the voice of my heart
Time and again I was proven lame,
Time and again, I ended up writing her name.
reminded I am... of days spent on her side ...
reminded I am... of being drugged by her smile...
seems funny,
that something so small a thing called love makes u feel the pain,
and puts all other efforts to overcome it in vain.
As my days resemble a sad song,
Makes me wonder what went wrong.
I pleaded for this...to the big man himself...
No matter what happens... to have this angel for myself....
Selfish I may sound...... but who wouldn’t have been...
For a mere mortal.... she is an elixir.
Be it gold... Be it kingdom...
I wanted none ... in exchange for what i sought..
Be it life... Be it death..
Whatever it was... I was willing to pay...
Denied I was... for it was never meant to be....
The god I believed... had abandoned me....
meeting her... created a memoir...
Now that she departs... I can hold on to that memoir....
but never her... and never her hand....
Filled with rage.. my heart resembles a hound....
I could only hope that time would heal this wound...
The past is deep… and dwelling takes time…..
For when my time ends… I wish to pass soon….
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