ahem! It's been lemme see..around a month or so that I haven't done justice to my blog by adding something! But I am here now finally though with an itsy bitsy guilt in my dear heart. And this reminds me how important a role a heart plays in our life, I mean apart from pumping and keeping us alive..
For instance
Hearts are given..hearts are taken..hearts harbour multitude of emotions..not to mention..hearts are even..broken..
My heart too, like millions of others..is travelling in high seas these days..so I thought of dedicating a poem to my poor heart..*courtesy the melancholy professor in whose lecture I gave vent to these feelings..so here goes..
THE CUPID STRIKES
As I look back onto the days
we spent together;
I see of all the things
I see of all the things
An ever colourful rainbow
Making it's way through the dark clouds
Into my miserable heart..
And as I look back onto the days
we miserably failed to spend together;
I see of all the things
The sharpest of lightning rays
Peircing through the dark clouds
my ever trembling heart..
And as I sit back with a bruised heart
And recollect and weigh
The sorrows and the joys
And find the ever weighing sorrows
Breaking the grounds
I see of all the things
The thousand pieces
My heart is shattering in..
And now
As my bruised and broken heart
Leans back and thinks with it's
Newly acquired wisdom;
It cries on discovering
the insanity it harbours.
It curses the Cupid
with all the left strength.
It pines for the love still
And it begs the Cupid
To leave against its will.
But the ever cruel Cupid..
It struck then, It strikes still,
And will in future strick thee.
- Khushee saroha
