Bereaved

Turn a cold shoulder to me,
You think my heart is all made of stone?
Turn a deaf ear to me,
You think my feelings are all torn?
Turn a blind eye to my glance,
You think they are devoid of tears?
My queries left unanswered with time,
I stand speechless not anymore.
Sketching the feelings of longing heart,
Why the hand is left ungiven with hesitation none.
You diffuse light on my unlived experiences,
Today I stand bereaved of the abode of light.

Death and longing

When I die, a tear or two will be shed by earthly vendors...
All but later normalcy holds...
My soul will stay unaltered...
In dilemma to leave or not...
It lingers in high thoughts for moments infinite...
For whom I lived is the unanswered query...
Because the last thing i loved in life was myself!