An Incomplete Song

This is a song for you,
I wish to sing to make you happy,
The song has no melody,
But a rhythm only heart can study,
I wish to tell you,
There isn't much I want,
Just be happy and always smile,
Have I told you?
When you look charming?
Oh!put on that smile and you are ready.

I wish to tell you,
What I thought about us,
We both were happy in our worlds,
Writing post cards from the places we travelled,
You, as usual, were busy in knowing,
I, as usual, was busy roaming,
You were narrating tales of history,
And I was telling you all about eateries,
We wrote to each other quite regularly,
Happy in our lives,
We missed each other dearly.

I wish to tell you,
How I live on fond memories,
Visiting different places,
Remembering balmy evenings,
Chaotic markets and train conversations,
A bit of usual confusion,
Arguing without any reason,
Your arms always reaching out to me,
In the crowd, even in darkest alleys.

It was a time when everything was alive,
It is even today,
Just that we do it our way,
In different cities and places,
Where we are living,
Ever since we changed destinations.

Mourning in process

I am tired of pleasing you,
Tired of constantly thinking about us,
Tired of telling lies,
Tired of so-called sacrifice.

I am so scared of you,
Yes, scared!
Because you are judgmental,
Because of your disciplined life,
Because you think,
I should dispose-off my emotional side.

Sometimes I pity you,
For being so wise,
For thinking mistakes are like lies,
Impossible to hide in disguise.

I hate you,
For telling me, speak truth,
When I do, you don’t have the guts to accept,
You behave as if I have disappointed you again,
Committed a crime,
Oh! The bonding is lost,
I can see clearly from closed eyes.

So much for the love and care,
All these years,
You think I have changed,
Let’s talk and let me explain,
Before you dismiss me again,
Ridicule my explanations,
And say you will never love me again,
Let’s try to understand,
Before you quietly close the chapters,
Without clearing the air.