NEVER WILL I

(One of those few poems I wrote...where I focused on...what I am feeling...instead of what I'm writing...wrote it on 9th December, 2010)

Never will I say goodnight to you again.
When I want you to stay another few mintutes.
Never will I say, thinking is a waste of time.
When I never can keep you out of my brain.

Never will I say, it's ok, I didn't mind.
When I feel, of all the people why did you hurt ?
Never will I say, I'm really fit and fine.
When moaning in pain still, I think, glad you asked.

Never will I say, I had lots of fun today.
When I know deep inside, I missed you every second.
Never will I say, sorry I didn't see you at all.
When I scream within, why you noticed me so late ?

Never will I say, you don't look so good.
When I can't ever take my eyes off your face.
Never will I say, I don't care if you don't talk.
When I plead to you inside, please just don't ignore.

Never will I say, I am happy all alone.
When I want you to be by my side always forever.
Never will I say, nothing good ever happened to me.
When silently I say, except for the time we met.

Never will I say, I can never fall in love.
When I realize within, I am lying to you once again.
And never will I write a poem, saying it's imagination.
When It's your name, that's written all over again.

THE RAIN IN MY EYES

(A lonely soul's thought...on a cold rainy day...walking all alone in the rain...so that nobody knows that he's crying...wrote it on 8th December, 2010)

There's a rain deep inside my eyes,
Filmsy strip like a lace paper window pane.
Breaking apart the onerous might, off they fall,
From the burdened clouds of mournful grey.

The world outside pouring heavily down,
The leaking shutters, the pelting sound.
Embracing mud over the little sodden hill,
Standing tall, the weeping willow cries still.

Within the dark, in a prison of a room,
The mind roaming an unfamiliar territory.
One missed call, an unfinished song,
Rattling pages, syncing the wind blown rain.

On the tinned rooftop, on the concrete road,
Soaking into sands, upon the windscreen.
The first rain of winter falls wet and cold,
From the sullen clouds over the black forest fringe.

Opening door, with my cold feet upon wet floor,
I slowly walk outside to the distant shore.
The driving drops advance their gears up,
To camouflage the sneaking drops within my soul.

Wringing skin, dripping wet with icy chill,
The rain in my eyes and I, no more we fight.
Finally standing upon equal bearing now are we,
This cold rain, myself, in complete harmony !!