(written for JP)
I wish I could talk of my thoughts all-outly
To a sincere soul, gracious, and comely;
One's sympathy doesn't count so much
If my sentiments can't get through one's heart.
No one would listen or has the time
Each has its own concerns in mind
That I prefer to keep the pain within myself
Lest being responded with prejudice.
For sometime now I felt trodden and reduced
To bear the rudeness and verbal abuse.
True love is vain if perceived unfitting
One's very best is but nothing.
What are they proud of? What have they owned?
Are not but framed citations in a silent room?
They boast achievements against the aspects that I failed
They have ignored the value of a love so real.
There is not one who shares my views
I guess, not until my life is through
If justice is given to me when I'm gone,
Then I chose now the quickest for things be done.
I conspired with the dawn on my disheartening
I don't care at all what the new day would bring
Or to intend to scribble an apology
For not bidding goodbye the subtle way…
Date & Time of Writing:
May 11, 2012
10:20 a.m. - 11:02 a.m.
the last stanza of the above poem was the only part of the article that came into my mind as we were on the way to the wake of my wife's nephew but i never had the intention of writing those lines to make a poem. Until last night that I had a dream having a passive conversation of the departed. In that dream was a casual conversation with him as if the whole fateful episode was a slight matter and as if he was very much alive relating to me of his frustrations that led him to the execution of his dark plan. I've been late to start my day today and had become oblivious of the dream until to my surprise that the first customer to walk-in posed a very strong resemblance to the departed. Then little by little lines came into my mind to start the writing of this poem... maybe a message should be told..I honestly don't know. Sorry...