Why his absence made me pale and mute?
Why his presence was so exclusive?
Why I m so dull and wan now?
Why still I wait for his Knock?
…..
I m trapped with all questions,
My mind jiggles and seeks for a response,
But, no where I strike with my request ‘for answers’,
He has forgot me,
That what I can close with,
But...
Time spent with him,
Remember me always,
I was packed with his stylish words,
Where he showcased me his false feeling,
And try to prove ‘my worth’,
He portrayed me to dream alike,
But…
His ‘likely’ dreams was a fake baggage,
In which I got sleighed with time,
His fondness was the warmth of my life,
And I never thought, it will hold distress,
But...
I was wrong,
A fond lover,
And slacked myself with his thoughts,
His abrupt departure from my life prove,
Love is a 'Thing',
Which prick and sting...
I got dwell with his Fakeness,
And it has heaved me only to discomfort...
But…
Now, no where I indicate myself,
Target of a loosen love stream,
So I won’t cry anymore,
And slog my life after him,
But..
Will hold a fresh start,
To see life with a second chance...
Richa Dhodi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-second-chance-15/
