Lent me your eyes

The search we are on

will we find what is ours?

till we meet , we wont know

whats rightfully mine 

is you and Your's is I

but how much value do i have?

in my eyes i find none

Lent me your eyes ,my love

For i want to see myself worthy

At least for a moment

And if it is not now, then never i will

Hope

I remember going to sleep on a cold December night into my cozy bed ,i remember being happy, was it a dream or rather, was i awake? i cant distinguish between the reality and dream, because it doesnt matter today. For when i was awake i found myself tightly strapped to a chair , there was something pushed deep into my throat and my mouth was tightly gagged. I couldnt comprehend what happened during that short span, between the moment i closed my eyes and i opened it , my life was transformed.

I sat there in that dark room for hours, i wanted to cry out loud for help, but my voice died some where inside me, i asked myself what i did wrong , where it all went wrong? May be sometimes doing the right thing must be the new breed of wrong. After many hours of anxiety , fear and helplessness, i saw the door opening a little, the light from outside was getting into my room , it wasnt opened wide but it was open a little , little enough for the light to crawl into my eyes, and with light a new hope was born inside me, yes some one is coming for me, but then it closed, and again i was pushed deep into the darkness , that voidness

Days went by and the person on the other side came regularly letting the faint light to fall into me and then disappearing just like that.

All those days it wasnt the gagging , the tight rope , or the darkness that tormented me,but it was that 2 minutes , that hope budded inside me with each light ray hitting on me, and then crushing it when the door closed for that day. it hurt me the most.

Even today when the door opened , i knew it wasn’t going to be opened for ever …..

but i hoped …. And hope was the greatest punishment they had for me..

My Regret!

i waited ,and soon it was night
and i hoped for the day to break
but why? For i was sweating
in the hot sun the day has for me
and i hoped for night. but why?
I didnt like the night but still
I waited and waited and then
on a cold chilly night i became
Old. Regretting, hoping for night
And i died on a warm afternoon
Regretting , Hoping for the day

A polished glass window

And Without much thought, i asked myself
Why?
if only i knew an answer ,but.
life happened around me. was i included in it?
or was i just a spectator?
but how come i be a spectator
If i havent noticed whats happening
can someone be so blind when his eyes are normal
like looking out of a well polished trasparent glass
i looked out of the life
I didnt see my life passing away , flowing away
For my eyes were stuck at the distant sceneries
And once i was awake
I am now awake and the polishness
of the glass has been lost
now i can see the images of me in it
but the glass is old
And the sceneries are now all blurred