This poem is just a reply to a certain emotional forwarded message by a friend. This poem in no way utter anything about any situation in my life…. Though the word and feelings are mine, this is not me… So do not connect this to me…
Sometimes even the pain within, gives me a kind of joy...
And out of this painful pleasure sometimes, I do cry...
But though tears seem to roll down my reddened cheeks,
The corners of my smile are stretched up to the bony peaks!!!
With the fear of loosing, like the others I have lost,
A precious gift yet again,
Efforts to avoid the catastrophe have always been in vain,
When a pinching sensation is felt in the stomach,
not due to the lack of food,
But due to the emotions in my heart, associated with loss,
—So Raw, So Crude,
Yet I am happy that you are with me,
Though they say, the joy is for sometime that is to be.
They say your future together would be painful indeed,
To foresee such a catastrophic end, I say, shall rather avoid,
And make the most of now, My precious gift being with me.
Hoping, I am, one day you will certainly understand,
My most precious gift,which is so close to my heart,
is none other than thee....
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