Vitriol
requited while love was not,
Curious
are the ways of world, what eludes is
is
what you dearly sought.
The
one who goes back on words
wishes
meaningful faith from the one who still hurts.
Right
when you wish to console the claimed victim,
I
realize he moved on feeding me some excuse grim.
There's
no denying that he still pains on certain weekdays.
He
finds it more severe than my lasting heartache.
Or
may be like anyone I just want to fix the blame.
You
come an easy target as you don't look the same.
Let's
say love consumed you and hurt consumed me.
What
propriety demanded you to show up on that funeral so cheerful and carefree?
Don't
bother. This Eid too, in the feast of a clan,
the
slaughtered scapegoat still saves grace for a man.
If
it helps! A butchered heart has no wounds to staunch,
but
just countless dreams and a vague want.
Forget
about dying, not every time you can have your way.
My
prayers might have failed way back but today is my day.
When
my words hurt, hold me silly ; when they don't, take me wise
I
sniff it and write, I might just sniff it one day and die.
For
dead are not subject to any angst and disgrace
especially
ones who depart pining for a sweet embrace.
