LOST LOVE -1.1

She doesn't miss me? I mean why?

Can I call her mean? Or should I tell myself that being unlucky is in my gene..

There was a time when I was her guide, There was a time when I was her pride, And there is a time now when she just kept me aside.

I miss those times when she used to call me her prince, And her cute smiles that I used to win.

I miss those endless phone calls, And sweet talking that we used to share resting against the walls.

Not sure if she even remembers my name. But she crosses my mind 100 times a day,

Not sure if she still has my contact in her phone, But her voice is still my phone's ringtone.

We were among the lucky, As we used to call our-self the perfect two.

I will be waiting for a day to see, Where I can again use we instead of me.

LOST LOVE

I am so disturb,
I don't know what to do,
Do I call her and tell  her sorry...
Or do I sit back, and give her some space isn't of getting wild and angry.

Will we be back like before?
Because life without her is  such a bore..

Loosing her was my only fear,
And I regret that I was the reason for her tear.

She was the only one who used to cheer for me..
And used make me laugh for free..

She found her happiness in mine
And always made sure that I was fine.

She used to get tensed if she saw me sad even for a while,
And she used to do everything possible just to see me smile.

She used to hide her problems to solve mine.
And always understood my mood swings even when I used to

cross the line.

We simply loved each other's company,
As I was always there for her and she was always there for me.

I loved her more than I loved food,
And everything was going so damn good.

I don't know why I simply fail to understand why..
Things between us started to dry.

We slowly started reducing our never ending talks,
And we stopped meeting for our regular walks.

Then a day come when we fought,
That is when our feeling for each other started to rot.

She was as cute as a baby,
And I always wanted her to be  successful and happy.

Was I over thinking?  Or I didn't give her enough space,
Or maybe  my expectations is something that she couldn't face .

I still fail to understand why things went wrong
As things again ended faster than a song.

All I can do is to pray,
And wait until we both get back together and my life becomes colourful from black and grey .

THE SAD HAPPINESS

Its 12.00 in the night, All I see is rain drops empty roads and one street light.

People are fast asleep, And silence is at its peak.

In today's world may be this is the only time where you can get peace, And spend time with yourself at ease.

Today we all hunt for happiness, At the cost of others sadness.

The race of life has made us greedy, And our jealousy doesn't allow us to see others happy.

Today we all want to be the best, Even if we aren't better than the rest.

In this modern world happiness is tagged with money, name and fame, Isn't this a matter of shame?

In this world where everything is measured in terms of wealth, People prefer using myself instead of our self.

Life was so good as a child, Where there was no hatred no jealousy and no greed in the mind.

SOMEDAY..SOMEWHERE

Someday somewhere,
You will be aware of the unaware,
Then you  will realise that you were unfair.

Someday Some where,
You will understand my every prayer,
Then will regret breaking the lines I made you swear.

Someday Somewhere,
You will face my fear,
Then you will understand why I called you my anchor.

Someday Somewhere,
You will see people you choose disappear,
And you will realise that you were in a wrong affair.

Someday Somewhere,

You will realise that I tried my best  to repair,
But your weren't prepared.

Someday Somewhere,
Your guilt will flow in the form of a tear,
When you will know that  I still care.

YOUR POEM

I am starting this new thing,
Now your feeling will get a poetic wing.

If you want a poem on your bf/gf, friends, or parents,
Then contact me and patience.

You guys don't need to worry,
Because I am doing this for free .

Dance or music isn't the only way to express your emotions or gain fame ,
You can do the same just by penning down a poem .

SILENT PAIN

The days are cold,
Feelings are stoned.

The angers have rained
The apologies have drained.

Tears are stuck in a clot,
Emotions have fought.

Mind tells me to fight,
But heart tells me to hide.

The wound is light,
But the pain is heavy.

The muscles are strong,
but the heart seems to be wrong.

Days have passed,
But the memories still last.

One wants to talk,
But the other wants to walk.

Prayers have been sent,
As only on god  one can depend.

                             -ABHISHEK MALAKAR

WHY SHE ?

Don't judge her character if you see her with a drink
Don't wink at her if she is showing her skin

He gets angry if its a girl baby
But he needs a lady  to make him sexually happy?

He forces her to fulfill his greed
But he leaves her after giving her his seed

Like he even she was her own dreams and ambitions
So he doesn't have the rights to question her profession

Why should her parents  give the dowry
If she has to leave her house and move to the guy's family

He would get wild if someone else winks at his sister
But he wouldn't mind commenting  on other girls figure

He should understand that if she wasn't there
He wouldn't be here

And if a six year old had to be raped
Then I wish man was an ape.