Viraj's Two Cents

Sometimes I wish I knew Where to find those lost words Thought of, but not entertained, Exiled, ever before they reached my lips. I know they lie within me Concealed in my heart, locked away By a key my mind Would rather I not find. Not that I haven’t tried; When the hour comes, I, frantic Search the reaches of my soul Sometimes, I find a careless word But as I reach with yearning arms  Distracted by a pounding heart Trembling, I breathe, just a blink  And the word is lost once again. At times I ponder, would it be best If these lost words remain just that; But search I shall; for if I don’t When the hour passes, and  The verses can no longer be said My heart is weighed down by The regret of what these lost words Could have inked. From where I stand, What could be, sounds far better Than living with  The burden of lament; So before that hour comes, Oh love I wish with all my heart, I would Have found those lost words.

A gleefully ignorant day is chosen By Life to play its cruellest trick I peer out the window, to sunny skies Set to buckle down to routine Then the message arrives – A voice, a text, a knock on the door They may say much, but all I hear is that “they” are no more.   The words, like arrows From the devil’s bow They slit my tongue, pierce my ears And then my heart Abandoning my indigent brain Desperate, it sifts through memories Wipes off the dust; And leaves me to face the emotion   Aged, yellowed images hit me; flush The brightest of them all, that smile And the loving, innocent eyes By now I long to hear that voice Feel the warmth of embrace Alas, afraid, it’s much too late I shed a tear in their name Then another, then another…   As words fail me, I look around The day no longer half as sunny Gloom soon turns to regret A swathe of ‘whys’ invade my thoughts Why, oh why not one more day To hear, to touch Oh, just to sit with them And watch the world go by   Regret tu...