My Dilemma…………………………

Had I always penned………….

whenever even in the remotest

past…I had got impressions

which warranted my……..

soul-inflections, my heart’s

expressions…..thinking all

those to last my life….

time, taking them/those……

as my life-line.

But…..Oh! Ah! Alas!

all who, came in…..

as interjection within…

a span very small forced me to

believe that I am not that……..

tall what they believed……

and made me believe

in their first, previous and earlier call.

Am I pouring my life blood

With an evenness……….

and a degree of certitude…..

trying always, maintaining…

servitude filled………

plausible, positive attitude…..

bringing in gems of alphabet…….

come together forming………….

Jewel like shiny words…….

trying to beautify my thoughts’ fate.

But, even then…so what

For whom……whose attention

My pen is pining………..

days of wakefulness……..

nights sleepless whining……

She has of late,    

ceased all her intent….

May be it is Time…….

destined torment

that even her celestial

constant praise-filled heart

seems hell bent

on voicing her changed…..

and negatively charged sentiment.

Doesn’t she like anymore……..

perhaps my poetry now…..

equals soul-less blabbering……..

likens to boring mundane chore,

whether I use pen or mike.

All the flow of her earlier…

Ceaseless soulful appreciation

has in all probability……

witnessed evaporation……

In still alive but mute

Expectation if I am…..

not that ill-fated may I

visualize the rain…..

of her sweet hidden still

ethereal emotion falling

as cloud burst………….

Her heart’s crust……..

As endless deluge.