Her wish; went unaccomplished...

it was me, going away
it was she, going shallow
our bondings had strings,
strings, which had divine springs
i played lot, jumping around
a scratch, would take her breathe down
scoldings would seem, flushing
draining me down, superficially
welcoming my endeavors,
prompting me to have prudence,
weaving my mistakes, to appear strong...

it was me, going away
it was she, going shallow
her finesse efforts, glorified moves
had satiated me to feel proud
i am left alone, today
repenting, i could not accomplish
her last wish; to get her "smoking sticks"
years gone by, still when i remember
i go maudlin, down the line.....


what is life meant for?
if, you live, devoid of feeling
to repay one's gratuity,
who has shared your moments,
those pleasing moments;
when are not remembered!!!!
existence might go in vain...
tough you are affluent,
greed will besiege you around..
dreams will be fulfilled,
but; one will lose its existence, no doubt.....