Drifting Apart....




I cut myself into pieces...
I was a cloud, once of emotions...
Drifting apart in the sky...
Picked up tears of myself...
Making dew, frost, mist and rain...
For some, blank I remained...
Not forgiving them my pain...
Each one wanted a part of me...
To cherish, to believe...
My heart is clean...
I couldn't speak, I just couldn't...
Watching them speak, I just couldn't be...
Some called me rock at heart...
Some called me rose of love divine...
For some my silence was sweet...
For some my words sound of violin...
For some a deep sea...
For some an empty dream...
I had faces for each one...
Yet no one knew me well...
I hid myself behind a mask...
Which changes with the onlooker's gaze...
Who's the culprit, who's at guilt...
Me after all, I always was...
I can't give, for I don't have...
Am a broken dream...
Of your dawn...
A fruitless tree, an empty treasure...
I have no will, am a drifting cloud...
Which drifts away with the moving wind...
And doesn't wait to see the yield...
I am a lonesome wanderer...
Who doesn't keep company...

© Ravinder Kaur 
25/02/16
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