AFTERMATH

My sheer hatred in anguish spills
This sudden damned loneliness kills
The brain for an escape wildly drills
A sound is no sound but piercing shrills....

To be cheated on isn't an honor
Being taken for a ride is no manner
Your lies and the half truths together
Have botched up my trust in you forever....

You treating me that way definitely kills
Doing a good riddance to bad rubbish thrills
This sudden unwarranted freedom almost grills
The memory of my dead love burns and chills....

 The pain of being cheated on is huge....

The Way We Were

I am pretty
and yet torn
I am lovely
and still strong
I am lonely
and very worn
I am curt
and do often scorn....

I do miss
and so I mourn
I do feel
and so I sense
I do heal
and then I think
I do hurt
and inevitably spurt....

the weather
doesn't affect me
the barbs
don't harm me
the coldness
doesn't kill me
the warmth
doesn't melt me....

am I living
or am I dead
am I happy
or am I sad
am I good
or am I bad
am I right
or am I mad....

I am very much
the way you left me
but sadder and pained
madder and drained
and yet I wait
in passion for you
to get back
and be with me
the way we were
whenever you will....

Waiting for someone who has left, who may or may not get back is an exercise in itself....many emotions gather along with the anticipation of the person's return. 

TURN ME ON

Turn me on
The way I want to be turned

Hold me strong
The way I want to be held

Laugh with me
And let the humor stay

Walk with me
And never do stray

Appreciate me
Even if you lie once in a way

Give me your time
For moments become memories gay

Bear with me
Being wise all the way

Understand me
And love me till my last day....

I would call them just simple, elegant truths that we desire and cherish.....

The Crux of the Matter

I was standing
Lonely in a crowd
Tired and fatigued
Completly washed out
When I needed
It the most
You appeared like
A welcome ghost
A huge mug
Of cold coffee
You deftly bought
And held out for me
You noticed me
And my beauty
Had I charmed you
Or was it pity
As I held the cup
To my lips
A bond formed
I was beyond my wits
Because you understood me
Ten out of ten
Even though you were
A complete stranger then.....

Two years hence
I was again lonely
Crowd or no crowd
What did it matter to me
You were no more
There as a friend
For you had chosen
To take the bend
True, we didnt
Get along all that well
Was it only my fault
That apart we fell
Couldnt a small
Little mistake of mine
Be forgiven
For the sake
Of a life long smile
We broke up bad
And I was again
Beyond my wits
Because you didnt
Understand me
Five out of ten
Even though now
You were no stranger
But the closest of my men.....

Sometimes you find that a person understood you better when he was a stranger to you and cruelly misunderstood/disappointed you after you had made him the most important person in your life.

No Second Chance

A glorious sunset
In a multi-hued sky
A vast unending ocean
Spread out far and wide
I want to feel the warmth
Of the lovely fading sun
I wish to be involved
And have a little fun.

Yet my feet are dry
For I dare not venture
No, I dont want to cry
The hurt is now anger
Being cheated on does pain
Mind and heart it does maim
Then moments turn into memories
We a left with good and bad stories
Matters not you were buttery or sincere
After all, life is only a tenure
Time one way or other does fly
But once bitten twice shy....

Being alone again often furnishes time for some self-reflection and also helps in taking a stand...