The Thorn of the Rose

The thorn of the rose that you had gifted me
Is as fresh as the wounds in my heart
Still bleeding, still aspiring, still pursuing.
The thorn had not only pricked my palm
But also refreshed the memories of our lost love
The wounds won’t heal anymore
The Hours have passed away,
And the thorn still pricks me
Piercing through my flesh,
As you had pierced my soul
Trying to reach my blood,
As you had reached my heart
Resting there and not trying to come back
As you had rested in my mind,
And finally leaving the last imprints on my skin
As you had left your touch on mine
Imprints of the thorns are trying to dry
But the tears shed, will never do.
The thorn still pricks my heart, soul and mind,
And will always be fresh till the end.

Summer of mine

When I was so lonely,
When there was no one for me,
I found you
And I knew it was true.
Our friendship gradually began to grow
And then everyone came to know
That you were perfect for me
The Mr. Right for me.
You was the only friend for whom I was looking
The only loyal person for whom I was searching
I knew it was you
Found in a few
Who brought light in my life for sometime
Which made my life sublime
Don’t know whether it was affection
Or a passion
Which brought me
Closer to thee
We were perfect for each other
And I knew we would be together
For the seven lives that are yet to come
We would be together
Forever and ever

No point in returning back

Had waited for you so long,
That even the world thought me to be mad
It was you who took it as a game,
And simply played with my heart, leaving me sad.
Night passed and days passed away,
There was no sign of you to return
I knew it was my fate, that had brought me to the present,
This gave me a reason to spurn.
It was you who had left me and gone away
I wasn’t angry as I knew,
It was not you
Who actually took the decision,
Of leaving me and going away.
How could you, when you had already
Given yourself to me?
I howled, I begged the world
To get you back in my life,
To be with you again
But all of it was in vain,
When you left me in pain
With just a cut and a knife.
But, thanks to you,
Now I am in such a position,
Where there is no place of returning back
Just waiting for the day,
When you again say,
Falling upon your knees and crying over and over,
Promising me to stay with me forever,
When I will finally say, ‘Goodbye, it’s all over’.