Speak Ye, Ruddy Drops

Speak Ye, Ruddy Drops

Oozing from my bleeding heart

You tiny ruddy drops of blood

Drenching my soul as you pour

Deep down from my heart’s core…

He broke my heart

Ripped it apart

And as he left my ‘tender’ hand

Did he ever care where the pieces land?

‘Morrow if he comes here to see

Tell him that am no more ME

For if my lips doth fail to utter

Tell him my life hath cleared it’s clutter!

-Raashi Hasteer

Tale Of Our Love

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Tale Of Our Love

Moirai , the harbinger of fate

Opened gently my life’s gates

Tiptoed you came like morning rays

Fading my sorrow in umpteen ways

Slowly and gently you made your way

Mystically my heart began to sway

As you into my heart did walk

Mine heart with thine got firmly locked

Secrets of happiness you revealed

Our love no longer remained concealed

My and mine was us and ours

As we spent talking for hours and hours !

I felt our love till eternity shall last

Healing our lives of the wounds of past

We forgot the lyrics of our love song

Alas ! Our forever didn’t last long…

My heart still craves to be with you

For my love for you was truly true

I wish we could be together again

Be the panacea for my intense pain !

But , in hearts of hearts I realize

Things shall not be the same ever again

I see Cupid taking back its arrow

Was our love really that shallow?

Destiny and time has played its role

My soul thus parted from your soul !

-Raashi Hasteer

A Weary Soul

A Weary Soul

Thou standeth at my grave to cry

When I needed you , Did you ever try?

Thou standeth at my grave to wail

Did you mollify when I was pale?

Thou standeth at my grave to yell

Did you hold my hand whenever I fell?

Thou standeth at my grave to whine

Did you see when for you I did pine?

Thou standeth at my grave to weep

Did your promises you ever keep?

Thou standeth at my grave to moan

Did you hug me when I felt forlorn?

Thou standeth hither . I know not why?

Is something left for you to try?

You made my life a living hell

And now thou standeth here to yell?

A whacked , withered , weary soul ~ here I lie !

Do whatever because my soul won’t die

Before my soul to heaven proceeds

I request you sir – Please Recede !

-Raashi Hasteer