I'm the reason,
the cause for disaster.
I left no choice for her,
but to go away,
free herself.
I broke her-apart,
shattered herlike a glass jar thrown on the floor,
with the pieces reflecting a broken personality,
a heartbroken me.
It never goes away
the time we spent
the hours of the day
spent with each other-
by each other's side,
but its over now
nothing left to ponder-
no one left to caress
but
a heartbroken me
It broke me
left me all alone
splattered my feelings on the ground
(and they made no sound)
all i could hear
was a sobbing
heartbroken me
surrendering to destiny
and the fact
that the reason
was no one
but me
now i'm ashamed
to even try to get back to her
it hurts me-
pinches me hard
because i know
i made many mistakes-
all irreversible,
all unpardonable
all which are the reasons
for me being
nothing
but heartbroken..
5 comments:
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.
If only. Those are be the two saddest words in the world.
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it is only good for wallowing in.
do not weep for the past and get a new life you loser........:P
A very beautifull knit poem followed by bold words of wisdom (in thr form of comment). Yet what is interesting is the time gap between the 2. (almost an year, staring at that closed gate, at times broodin, whinning and what not. Yet what is vital shall remain so, a hopeful and fearless glance at the new gate.)
:)
@phirchalen: ur identity, pls...
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