The Departure

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She broke ;she left.
There was all grief ;than the rest.
The pain of departing ; memories of the jest.
Itched in mind, like, epitaph on the chest.

Words rolled back,
My voice failed me.
When I was about say those words,
It was them, who sewed thee

A hunger that no food can satisfy.
A thirst that seems unending, till I die.
I really wanna die.
Once and for all.
To end this agony
Who knows?
May be,I'll find peace in my death ; not after it.
Afterall, everyone deserves some calmness in theirs live.

I don't wanna die a heroes death.
I know I don't deserve it.

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I didn't rise from the ashes of many;
Neither did I help the ones fallen in pit.

I'm but a poor guy,
Who has just has an old shirt to wear!
I write poetry in my spare time
Which are not so good, except times rare.

You said,you'll be with me; till the end of the line.
But, you couldn't even wait to breakup,
Let alone finish my line.

This is for you, my dear love.
Only you get to hear this
I'm going to the place unknown,before you,
So that you wont get a chance atleast here, to hiss.

I'll live happily!
I'm strong.
But, I know,from inside
That I'm already gone.

You'll get to see that laugh on my face
When I'll die.
Its not your crazy love that made me do so,
But the pyre of love,I had in mine.

Goodbye my love.
For now or may be forever!
I'll meet you again on that field.
Where there's no evil or good .
And the only thing you'll do is revere me, forever.

Till then,I bid you adieu.

Two Extremes

Gazing out of the window, I wonder often.

Gazing out of the window
I wonder often.
How does it feel to be on the other side?
Being at the bottom and being the capstone.

When I'm at the bottom:
I plan to go up, one day.And stare at the world below, from the top.
But, then I come to my senses and realize I'm still the one who plans to go up.

Does it hurt more to crane your neck and look up?
Or does it ache much, .when you look down upon your ghosts of the past?

When given a chance,
Where would you like to be?
At the top, where only a few eagles perch?
Or at the bottom, where their preys lay?
which one would you like to be?

All I know is,

I've questioned in my mind.

Questions which possess no answers.

Questions about everything.

A life shaped by questions

Changed by the answers

We seek answers often

And stumble upon more questions.

Is our life just that: questions and more questions?

Given a chance:

Which one would you be?

A  question, conundrum or

An answer, a solution?

                                                                                 

Another question, to an already unanswered heap of questions!

Now, I wonder, why I wonder about these!

And, comes an answer from within:"Wonder. Because that is how you seek wisdom!"