HURTING STORY

I fear my story for tale,
For yet, not a sweet to garnish,
A story of life, like a mine,
But where and when did it start?

The quest for happiness, I’m set,
In work, love and family,
With miles and more every step,
But did I find none? No!

I found it all in a cheering grip,
Applauding to the fit, instead of the hold,
Perhaps, just two hands I can boast,
But with none, what’s grip and applause?

I fight the battle of love with life,
Forcing to live when I can’t live a love,
Just the part that I love to hate,
But I’m sure the story isn’t ended yet.

To patch a hole, you’ll see a hole,
To replace a friend, you’ll find another,
The same of things you believe and yet fear,

SOMEONE NEW

Under a roof we seek furniture,
Under the shade, cold and soft breeze,
But alone in the scourge of the sun,
We seek shelter, a home and someone new.

Someone new, someone everywhere,
Anybody, or the one beside when I turn my head,
My words wait, my heart faints and I burn,
Yet I smile, for the unseen, I still wait!

In this clouds of friendship,
And the bid to replace what’s been lost,
I cross fingers and wait on future,
At the other side of the oven, like a baker
Neither will I choose nor hurry, worry but wait.

I dream of your plenty faces and shapes,
I never touched, but my wish is to hold,
Be there, never leave and make us live forever,
But I’m awake in my shamble, sitting on my crumbles,
Till I meet you like I’ve seen. Someone new.