Saturday, March 29, 2008

Cry of a lonely heart

My love for you is more than words can say,
the smell of yours makes my mind sway,
too beautiful a feeling it is to hear your voice and see you smile,
all this makes my heart flutter and skip beats for a while.

I feel your emotions as my own,
your touch tells me, I’m home,
you make the world fade away and time for me stand still,
that is the time when no task to me looks uphill.

Everything in the world seems to be in galore,
but what is not is your love and care,
my mind wanders in space at the speed of light,
look into my eyes and you will find it moist,
the words that I speak are never to be heard,
and all I want from you is your promising word.

Nobody listens to what I say,
all I need is someone to guide through my way,
having no one to talk makes the anger build within,
I don’t want my head to burst like a can of tin.

I fight with myself all the time,
wishing to take the ‘extreme step’ though knowing it’s a crime,
from this well of depression I want to come out,
I have this huge urge to shout.

Just want to release the real me from being hidden within,
your adoration alone can do this thing,
I beg of you to help me out,
for support, this lonely heart cries out aloud.

Sachin Sharma

Seasons of life

As the seasons on the earth change,
so does change our mind and states,
when the wheel of life rolls on,
there are moments of joy, moments when you are forlorn,
moments of despair and of hope,
add true sense to life while its horses elope.

All seems so well, when mind is in bliss,
out goes it soul-searching, when lips of desperation kiss,
such a voyage, I, often embark,
endless stares through the glass not very stark,
the life seems to be gone, flaring before my own true eyes,
there seems no more laughter and no more cries,
falling slowly until everything stops,
and nothing is going to work, it seems, in my quest to make it carry on.

I cry out aloud to my inner self,
tomorrow will be a special day,
the day I try to comprehend what happened to me that normal day,
I was outside just wanting to play.

You never know what’s there in the deep dark corner back in your mind,
trying to know what’s in store there for you,
a nagging feeling comes up telling you,
you won’t like what you are going to find.

No direction to turn, stuck in the middle,
special people close to you gone, yet another fiddle,
you have got to take the road not many dare,
when life looks to be over and nobody cares.

For there’s a wise man’s saying,
“Hope is the one, which keeps you going.”

As the pages of our life turn,
we read the future with anticipation,
yesterday’s stories add dimensions to tomorrow,
chapters of past lend life to chapters yet written,
mistakes are counted not as regrets but as lessons,
optimism is the one thing that’s ever essential,
may the tome of tomorrow bring us joy,
and let there be nothing to moan,
for the show of life must go on.
- Sachin Sharma