Sunday, November 22, 2009

Pretentious Conversations

All these words you and I speak to each other now
Are filled with total emptiness of space somehow.
They never made much sense while we were we.
They don’t mean a thing now that we are just you and me.
Words of love were often spoken by our eyes.
Would it be justified to call them “the unspoken lies”?
As those were the moments when truth prevailed,
Those were the opportunities that we never availed.

The long eternal silence when your hand rested on mine,
When the last thing we ever cared about was flying time,
Used to speak what a thousand words could never say.
It narrated a story of our very own foolish ways.
And now another silence screams out aloud its existence.
It’s the one that hides in our conversations of pretence.
This silence crawls its way into the banalities I say to you,
Like the proven facts of life we never believed to be true.

There were ten thousand promises that stayed unfulfilled,
And those innocent dreams we shared, that we together killed,
The sweet memories hiding somewhere dormant in our minds,
And two hearts we have stripped out and left far behind.
Would they show to us the mercy that we do not deserve,
And return to us the moments we never cared to preserve?
But then time flies back with no apology or penance.
I guess we’ll learn to live in this inevitable silence.

4 comments:

Surdy said...

Good one Mathur....Ab tu amateur nahi raha, professional ho gaya hai.

Ab ye bhi bata de , for whom you have written this.

Siddhartha said...

Hey Bro!!
It's simply amazing....I never knew that you can write such a good poem which is very close to I guess is a natural repercussion of what all happened in our lives. Simply Amazing... send me your poems, I like to read them.

Karan said...

kya baat hai, ishq n all mathur! :).. well written mate!

aagan said...

this is really a touching story! albeit a poem! liked it :)