March 17, 2011

A million unanswered questions



a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer...

one moment you seem infront of me,
and the next moment you are gone...
i continue to stare in empty space,
without a single assurance from your side...

there is this small flickering hope alive,
which burns me everytime i hold it near...
scalded hands is all i get,
but some wounds i hold too dear...
a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer...


when you are around i feel happy,
when you are not, i wait...
hoping im just not aware of your presence,
i continue to delude myself...
those times when reality sinks in,
i realise maybe you have never been around...
what if it is but a misinterpretation,
just a mirage i was tempted to believe...
in realisation i shed silent tears,
ive been the fool again...
a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer...


To drive them all away i try,
into a secret box up there...
locked with a promise never to open again,
but catch up with me, they always seem,
as i stand near the box unaware...

seeping through the narrow creaks,
they encircle to tie me around...
helpless i try to let myself loose,
but the more i try, the more im bound...
and then a voice from the box asks,
"do you really wanna let go?"
and i stand wideeyed without an answer,
because perhaps the answer to that is 'no'...
a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer...


you are the gust of wind that can never stay,
no matter how much i want...
you are the twinkle of the bright lit star,
and you will disapear when its dawn...
i can never be sure its you again,
you are the mysterious phantom with a mask...
to say what i feel i sometimes fear,
because shunned you may just disappear...
a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer...


i cant figure what you are afraid of,
you leave me doubting myself...
is my heart playing tricks again?
letting me believe what i want to?


but there is a strange solace within my soul,
that the gust of air is you...
that the twinkle of the star is you...
that the phantom in the mask in you...
but a deep remorse lies somewhere too,
why cant the gust of wind blow me away?
why cant the twinkle of the star light up my day?
why cant the phantom in the mask give me a cue?
why cant this friendly stranger just tell me its 'you'?
a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer...


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This Post is being written for THE POETRY CONTEST at Blogjunta as a part of WOMEN & BLOGGING month.

17 comments:

The Enchantress said...

awww....

hugs baby..
its love for sure but why is it afraid and of what !!

Anonymous said...

beautiful........the last para is just awesome......perhaps the answer to this can be 'Tere sawalon ke wo jawaab jo main de naa sakoon' - from Manorama.

The best line has to be :

I can't figure what you are afraid of,
you leave me doubting myself....
(that i made the wrong choice?)

P.S: The comments are not visible because of the dull font, can you please change it so that it is easier to read?

All da best for the contest!!!!

Pri said...

@ nikita
sometimes we are afraid of things which are not in our control cos we know they are the ones which have the capacity to make us feel helpless someday :)

@ coolkamikazecat
thankyou for the kind words :)

ive tweaked with the colour settings a bit---hope its fine now..

P.S i love that song!!

Sourav said...

Love doesn't come with answers!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Tu hawa hai, fiza hai, zameen ki nahi,
tu ghata hai kahin par tu rukti nahi...

ruk bhi jao kahin par, theherti anhi, aa mere aashiyane mein aa


Just felt like musing this as I read along.

Nice lines :)

Blasphemous Aesthete

The twenties girl said...

the last few lines are just amazing.. a deep remorse... I loved it! Beautifully written...

Someone is Special said...

a million questions in my head,
which only you can answer..

The last para is awesome.. You are an amazing talent..

here is a dedication, the cry of a mother - the lost world and how hurting it would be if you lost someone special in your life to have loved and lost

Someone is Special

Gunjan said...

Brilliant last para, giving a finishing touch to a beautiful poem..
Goodluck with your competition!

Pri said...

@ sourav
true that!!
but equally true is the fact that we all wish for a love, where there be no space for questions (read 'doubts') too :)

Pri said...

@ Blasphemous Aesthete
:)

@ the twenties girl
thankyou..and welcome to my space :)

Pri said...

@ some1 is special
thankyou :)
will read your work soon..all the best for the contest.

@ gunjan
thanks gunjan..im glad you visited 'nostalgic moments' :)
hope to see you around more often

Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

keep pondering,
vivid imagery, love the word flow.

Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

invite you to join poets rally week 40...
simply visit me for details...all submissions are to be represented by the end of the week.
Happy Writing.
Looking forward to seeing you share your talent with us.
You rock.
xx

Pri said...

@ promising poets parking lot
thankyou!! that does mean a lot to me..i promise to visit soon :)

BlogJunta said...

:)
Not sure if one has to smile or sigh.
very touching!!

Anonymous said...

Very inspiring and touching thoughts! Creates a romantic mood:)

Anonymous said...

Loved it,same feelings here :)