THE MANY REALITIES
Inside your heart is a sea,
of my many disappointments
Where I try not to drown,
There are many endings to this tale,
It’s not you it’s me.
You’ll be happy.
We’ll be friends.
You’ve tried all of them.
But I cling to hope
Coiled like a dying serpent
I would breathe my last soon
But I don’t want to go yet
Because I still don’t have you
I could never be enough
Love you enough
Express it enough
At least you got the chance to perfect exits
I wait at every station
To catch a glimpse of you
To hear I was worth loving
In spite of my venom
But the train always leaves.
– Rakesh Shukla ‘Manu’