Effects of Cancer on a small family

From the time she walked down the aisle,
till the time he held her for one last time.
Beginning then, ending now,
their one unspoken vow.

Tears played their part
during sadness, they weren't apart.
He tried his best to be the man she deserved,
but time had already run short, perturbed.

A Holiday.....

Let me take you far away,
to a place with fresh cold breeze.
A journey we can call a holiday,
where we can watch the Autumn leaves.

Hear the ripple of the nearby stream.
while soaking in the morning Sun.
And then sleep peacefully at night and dream,
about the time we had spent as one.

Man....

Ever heard of a being who isn't young nor is he old ?
Someone who is always expected to be bold.
The one who is supposed to defend the ones they love.
Be smart and good looking, just like a shiny glove.

The one who has to be the life of every party,
Ride fast cars or bikes and be a little sporty.
Who borders between confidence and arrogance
and makes you marvel at their high intelligence.

Someone who's shoulders are expected to carry weight.
Who has to compromise through life's long straight.
During difficult times, the one who makes a stand
He is the one they call the Man.

Dreams

With eyes closed you can drift away,
to a green field where the iron bells hold sway.
Or you can keep shuffling around the bed,
like a rodent on the hunt for a piece of bread.

For all the dreams that we have envisioned,
there remain countless that are left unfulfilled.
Bed time still remains the best time of the day,
with eyes closed, you can let your life rebuild.

The Failure in Love

Looking forward to the future, what do I see ?
I can only see the same old me.
Scared, naive and stupid to begin with,
devoid of love, can't even come close to it.

I know that things won't change,
because I have refused to act.
some things are not in our range,
and we have to accept that fact.

For all the richness that I might have,
I will always remain poor in love.
I can't even speak confidently,
forget about protecting her with a shove.

For all the gifts that we have received,
there will always be some which we will crave.
Envious and depressed is what I have become,
with increasing jealousy, digging my own grave.

Staring into the Mirror

Staring into the Mirror everyday,

hoping to see a different me.

A different pair of eyes,

a better version of me.

But the more I stare,

the eyes remain the same.

Its the thoughts that have changed,

It was I who has lighted this flame.

The Introvert

He moves his hands and legs,
but his tongue doesn't speak.
His heart cries a million times,
when his hopes are met with a brick.

He has many a things on his mind,
not all of which are good.
But who's to judge him ?
as he doesn't speak, when he should.

He struggles to express himself,
and he doesn't make smart replies.
He shows that he doesn't care,
but he feels alive, when he stares into her eyes.

He thinks of himself as an enigma,
a puzzle that people can't solve.
He isn't the best looking either,
yet he hopes to never evolve.

Seasons of Life

Born into this world we are, in the Spring.
Devoid of scars in our youth, full of zing.
Nothing to worry about, except for a fling.
We wipe our tears away, a new song we sing.

Summer comes as youth slowly fades away.
The flower starts to bloom and we hope it forever stays.
New problems arise, as the heart starts to sway
The future looks bleak, as scars cover the face.

The flower falls to the ground as Autumn closes in,
The winds of change have worn my wrinkled skin.
Days fly by, but time seems to stand still
We keep going round in circles just like a Wind-Mill.

December has arrived as winter sets in.
The flower is now covered in snow, frozen skin.
A life filled with regret now slowly wears thin,
as the season of loneliness continues deep within.