ONERANDOMPOET

Tough it is to sleep in this cold, Lying alone under the blanket we own, With nothing to do & no-one to think of, Except the love I have known. It's been few months, you left, For a better place to rest. My heart was broken, to see you leave, It took me some time to believe. We discussed our tombstones, To be laid side-by-side, You wanted mine to say, "MRS. ALWAYS RIGHT", & Yours would say, "I WAS ALWAYS RIGHT". Right you were my love, Right you were indeed, To say I would cry, when you would leave, To say you would leave this wretched world before me, And to say you will go to heaven indeed. Now you lay there all alone, In that tomb of your own, With the quote you wanted, To make people laugh, If they came to mourn you. And here I am, Lying all alone, Under the blanket we own, Thinking of the Love I have known. Thinking of the Love I have known. Thinking of the Love I have known. ...

I am crying, Crying out loud. But alas, there is no sound. No one can hear, Nowhere are the tears, Which I felt rolling down my cheek, All day being feeble and meek. I want to share, With someone who cares, I decide to say, But alas, at last I sway. As the question remains, To spread the reality, Or just the positivity. To wear a mask And make others smile. To pretend, Holding no regrets. To show, That I forgot the past misdeeds. Is what it means by positivity. Because, You have to be too pure, Too innocent, Too naive. To be actually positive, And even then cry you will, Sitting in corner, With no sound to be heard, And no tears to be seen.

Deep within my heart, Lies an empty room, As seen with naked eyes, Veritably full of pain, Under the UV rays. The path to the room, Is filled with garbage laughs, And all the sweet memories, Of the good times I had, Like a Barricade of melodies, To cordon the sorrows, To let me fly, And hide behind the smiles. Yet cometh the times, I visit the empty room, Hidden behind the veil, Of happiness, I assume, With someone's caring comfort, As glowing UV rays. I've nothing to offer, Except the empty room, To share their sorrows, To rent their pains, To lighten their hearts, To make them feel, Comfortable, all again. Deep within my heart, Lies a lot of pain, Scilicet of the struggles, And Ordeals of troubles, The pains aren't mine, They are just,  Reminiscence, Of A friend's crying heart.

There's a coffin in my heart, With a dead soul inside, He awakens like vampire, Betrayal is his garlic, And a hint of care is the only blood he seeks. He once was a healthy soul, A soul unlike any, He cheered for others and loved so many, Listened to the griefs, absorbing agony, Made them smile, eased on the worry. Yet he sleeps with pain and cries in agony, Being a dead soul is of help? Not any. He still seeks the blood of care, But fears betrayal. So he lives a lonely life, Desolation in his mind, Putting a smile to the world, full of lies, Hiding the darkness within, with a fake smile. There's a coffin in my heart, With a dead soul inside, He awakens like a vampire, But keeps on dying.

I am breaking down, Yet standing straight. Frowning around, With a smiling face. I thought I was strong, Could fight the storm, Alas I'm left, probing around, In search of my heart, That seems lost, Yet Standing Straight With a smiling face.

He looked at me, Like we knew each other, For a long long time, Looking Expectant yet adorable. And here my heart, Filled With memories of past, The vivid image of death, Witnessed at such a tender age.

After a long while They saw each other Walking in opposite direction As they did long back. People spoke about them

The world will judge you, By what you do, and not what you think, The world will judge you, By what you say, and not why you say, The world will judge you, By your appearance, and not your intellect. And yet,