Amidst traffic lights, a glare of blinding light,
I was hurled right at your heavenly abode.
A moment we were so close; a moment of
delight,
Yet you chose, to throw me back on the
road.
You blurred the moment in my mind,
Dispelling it with a blinding light.
It was an experience, one of its kind,
I felt nothing, till my blood dripped, red
and bright.
One fine day, when I swam too deep,
Almost engulfed by a tall, translucent
tide.
Monstrous torrents, into the air, did leap,
Threatening me with their pride.
The salty water gushed into my face,
I almost gave up, tired to fight anymore.
Thrusting myself into its embrace,
Yet dumped I was, right back at the shore.
You must have watched over me,
When I found myself, amidst impeccable
white walls.
So many drugs to cure me, you see,
My fingers trembled; every memory now
appalls.
And when that horrid one time; I almost
choked,
Gasping, I clutched at thin air,
I do not know what might have invoked,
You gallantly saved me, at each time of despair.
They say she feels too much, she talks too
much,
She laughs too loud, they say.
What is my fault that you made me such?
What comes to my heart, I just say.
I now seek solace in the cold-hearted
winter,
It probes my heart with its icy finger,
It carves it slowly, like an edge of a
splinter;
Cutting away any emotions that might still linger.
Maybe my heart is too vestigial,
It perceives too much; it flutters in vain.
Maybe this time, hold me for real,
If love is a mirage, then save me once
again.
Niharika Prasad
