Thy name is compromise

When a whole life was spent

Clipping the wings of heart’s desire

And mind locked in a vault

Guarded by the lost key

Of pursuit of happiness

A search futile

Ignorant of what’s being searched for

The little morsels spread to entice

Does not make the heart flutter

For a promise of bliss

Embraced a fleeting moment of peace

Price that I pay

In perpetual silence

Misery, thy name is compromise

A barren desert does not bloom

My mind seeks solace

In places I dare not tread

A wall of vain emotion

It can not penetrate

Silent is the suffering, the

Melancholy of solitude

As bleeding heart weeps

Nonchalantly go you

And I wonder when

Destination remained same

But the paths diversed

Small peebles became roadbumps

Perched earth hunker

For some soothing shade

Alas, an elusive rain cloud

Passing by

A barren desert

Does not bloom

Love is not blind

Those who profess by

Love at first sight,

Are also the ones

Brainwashed by the notion

Love is blind.

Like a fine wine

Mellowed by age,

A taste enhanced,

And value soared,

Love that has withstood

The test of time,

Seen the ebb and flow

Of life,

Good times and the bad,

That’s the love

That thrives.

The wrinkles of time,

Unkind to the beautySkin deep,

Dims the sights,

Enhancing the glow

That burns steadily

Deep down in the heart,

Whispers,

Love is not blind,

Love is not blind.

Wasted

Somewhere between aspiration and expectation,

The river of life got dammed.

The stale water is pungent now,

Ripe to be fished by the powerful

To fulfill their ulterior motivation.

A bud that did not flower, never came to fruition,

Lost forever to humanity, a malodorous fragrance, putrid,

Wasted blood caked dry by the blazing sun.

As the hypocrites  responsible for the mayhem rejoice,

Shouting to the high heavens for the glory of the martyred,

Somewhere a lonely heart weeps for the wasted soul.