I ran away.
I am still running.
I may not reach to you,
because there is no end to this running.
I saw broken souls,
I met people with broken smiles.
I heard them giggle, when
I saw their empty eyes.
I listened to others’ heart,
my own is out of voice.
Still, I called you a morning bliss;
though you liked my punctured nights.
Are you troubled?
Stop asking, whether I hate you!
Don’t you love yourself?
Well, why do you need me to tell you!
Yes, you may have lost your course;
well, mine never unwinds.
Still, your questioning eyes;
always search for solace in mine.
My regrettable words,
had always put a curtain to your sight.
But, may your lonely god helps you,
I’ll fail to show you the light…..
But, far away from now….
I will still be waiting,
silently at your course.
Though, I would have forgotten mine,
a long back,
before emptying myself, in remorse.
I might not touch you,
my hands would have lost your feel.
But my eyes,
would still be expecting,
the troubled question,
why didn’t we heal?