Forgotten love letter

A forgotten love letter

As old as time, as poor as a worthless penny

I am your forgotten love letter
With faded ink and tattered pages

I am the forgotten soul of once blooming care
The lost words from a loving heart

A ghost of your past, thrust aside for a new chapter
Called the second phase of life.



In the hopelessness of today, I bow in prayer

Seeking refuge from this dull pain in my chest

Laying my forehead on the ground, thinking of being reduced to such low levels

And yet rising up, high, in the eyes of God

I am not deeply religious, but today I seek something from Him

Respite? Some assurance that the darkness will go away?

I fold my hands, and tears appear

Are they mine?

I bowed down in front of God, please relieve me of this pain

When I rose, I was alone, as alone as a withered rose in Autumn

Light was out, and I was in the dark.

Waiting for an answer, waiting for him.


Bracing for the impact, I wait patiently

Hoping to overcome this pain in one day

Time loses its meaning, when the wait is futile

An endless ocean of tears, stains on my pillow

Only proof of my sorrow, hidden by the hair strewn across

Borrowed time, I once said, your time, you reminded me

Now, the phrase is on your lips, and I am left speechless

No amount of begging will change your mind, you crossed over, did not look behind

I am yet to move, eyes on the gates that you so lovingly shut in my face.

Hospital waiting room

I am stuck in a hospital waiting room with the doctors and the nurses bustling around

With all airs, they tower over the crowd, looking all important and waving people here and there

I was supposed to get checked too, maybe had an appointment

I paid the fee, I took the appointment and I waited in one of those waiting chairs

It was a premium OPD, mind you, but I was asked to wait.

So, wait, I did.

Sleep was overpowering, the pain in my head losing control over me

I took the onslaught, as I waited in the premium OPD for a doctor that never showed

Mad, I got up and walked over to the counter

Mad, I asked for a refund and to be moved to a general OPD which was cheaper

I was heard, I was ignored, I was told to wait, I was told to be patient

I was a patient, and I was in pain, no one cared

That I was waiting for a long time for an appointment that never came

It all happened in a hospital waiting room.

Better things to do

I once read, “I hope life is not a joke, because I don’t get it.”

At the time, it may have eluded me as to what the writer must have meant.

But now, I think we are on the same page.


No one, literally no one will lose sleep over you

No one will skip meals for you

So you better be your own lullaby, and find solace in warm french fries

No one will tell you that they will stay by you, even if they say it, they lie.

So pat your own back, and dust off the old machines

No one will hold your hand, and even if they do, they will let go when you need it the most

Ask them why, they have better things to do.


What a stupid question from a silly, silly thought?

No one will hold you, or be there for you

Even if they do, its for their own sake, its not about you

Believe otherwise and you choose to be the fool

Because, no one has the time today, everyone has better things to do.

Father’s Day

Remember your father today, for its their day.

Tell them you love them, for you can.

Get them a cake, a candle and hold their hand as they make a wish

Make a wish with them for you can

Cherish the days you have with them, for they are always numbered

Life is too short for drama, so seize the day

Moments like these may never come back, so hold on to them

For you can, and I cannot.

Is it time already?

Eyes that are vacant, lying in wait for someone to return home

Home is a place where you find peace, what if that place is a person?

Losing one’s home is not easy, losing oneself even harder

Time is a cruel trick, one I have said before, I recall

It flies, it corrodes, what once was fresh, what once was pure

It wipes away memories, a clean slate.

Time is forgetful, it is vengeful, it hurts

So it is up to me to form words to say my farewell

Where do I find the words to bid adieu to one I have known

To one I hold dear, is it time already?

To let go, to set free your soul? Do your eyes, your voice ask this of me?

How can I deny what you want? It is my loss,  my pain to bear

Time has not touched me like you, I do not wash away with the waves of the minutes as they go by

My time had stopped, yours flew by

Is it time already? I didn’t realise.