its not me, who fall in Love.....

its not me, who fall in love,

its my heart, who do all that stuff,

my mind is careless, my mind is rough,

it does not know what it is, it does not understand what is love,

its more like a vagabond,

it likes to be free,

its my heart which gets locked,

n always looses the key,

don't know why it shows off,

now wen it beats for you,

it never made felt its presence,

beating for me my life through,

oh so cheater it is,

such a traitor it is,

makes me cry on your name,

whenever you nowhere is,

sinks with the very thought of you,

makes me so helpless,

a feeling of impending doom it gives,

leaves me so restless,

it does not listen to me,

don't care for me anymore,

it has made space for you n only you,

don't even let me knock some other door...

    (14/12/11)
© Dr. Vibhor Garg. All rights reserved

The Broken Heart

when my hearts was broken, 

they said take it as love's token,

now when my heart is torn, 

they say don't worry the love will reborn..

i say where will i keep it(love) now, 

since my heart is broken, my heart is torn,

i will not be able to hold it  tight, 

it will leak away, even if it is reborn...

the depth has disappeared, the warmth has gone,

all that is remaining are open ends irregularly torn....

whenever i try to stitch them, to seal them, with my tears,

the wound again opens up, as the tears evaporate in the dried hot air...

(2/10/11)