Cold Fire

Can’t help but beat myself,
On being the jerk that made you hurt.
With my stupid actions and silly defects,
And weird thoughts right in my head.
But dear o’ dear, my heart and soul,
You being the one I always behold.
The days and nights with you by my side,
With the love in your eyes and warm touch,
I will forever stay and leave all to rust.
You were the one, who gave me a reason,
To move over issues and be brighter,
Heard my sorrows and made me relax,
Forced me to go out and party with a blast.

All is great and working fine,
But it’s the fear which is making me resign.
I have a certain lacking of focus and want,
When things I need are right there.
To realize the desire I go through a certain test,
By end of which, everything I hoped, goes far and lost.
I am not great when the going gets tough,
Tension prevails wherever I thought I was robust.
That’s where the fault in me exists,
I don’t want you to suffer with me & persist.
Please try and forgive me for my stupid behaviour,
All I wanted is you to be happy and not dragged along in this cold fire.

By Aditya Bajpai
12th Feb 2010

Spectrum

The need to breathe stays with the both of us,
Air once inside would not be of another different use.
It would solve the same purpose and answer similar needs,
But then why is there a difference in the freedom to breathe.

If his body hurts, his mind suffers, he feels the pain,
Same is the case in my story of disdain.
Tears flow from eyes, as the heart cries to resolve the struggle,
His are heard and wiped clean, mine are left for exhaustion.

His will to work and desire to achieve would be rivalled by my heart and gut,
The endeavours and hardships bear the same load and brunt.
Both of us feel the joy of achievement like a utopian desire,
Still I get pushed towards dirty chores and he is at helm of command, rising higher.

I use my voice to present my heart’s feel and thought, which is also his way of expression,
It can be as needed – revolutionary or a pretty creative explanation.
Varies from positive to negative with loads of content and clarity,
Mine is suppressed and ignored, his get encouragement beyond infinity.

Black and white might be two extremes which are a spectrum apart,
People claim one to be good and the other to be bad.
One day I would meet the almighty and understand if he believes there is a right one,
Till then, they are merely colours in the eye, shining together.

By Aditya Bajpai
2nd Feb 2010