The Unloved

Never thought I would pen this one

My heart aches and cringes to cease at once

But the ink is permanent

And the effect matches chilly waves

Trying to break the strongest of my bones into thousand blades

And slice my soul into notes of music with pain.

The unloved could have never been my title

For being loved and loving was all that I had for faith

And was the truth of my reality, my being and its grace

Changing the notion is my position

And I feel love is nothing but just a sensation

That could overpower the senses at once

And abandon you just when you start to cling onto it, at the other instance.

Just then there is an unforeseen push for you off the cliff

To fall to the ground that is long separated,

Separated from hitches and blocks

That will break your fall to only experience the pain that has it all.

For that was just a heavenly dream

Where the one you thought was breaking your fall

Was the unfaltering soul, an angelic being

Who loved you fearlessly to face your ugly and unworthy,

To read your mind when you couldn’t speak,

And clutch your hand in your maladies.

The soul that could travel with you to your land of dreams

And make yours his for he believes

Believes in you like you are his remedy  

Like the antidote you sip in to feel relieved

Of any expectations and restrictions that binds you within

And let your soul flower like blossom of spring.

For you know he is there and there is nothing that can scare

Scare, impair or despair because he is there.

But now that I have realised it wasn’t as I dreamt

It was just a glass that could hardly bear the clench

And it meshed

Into sparkling dust that only hurts

Hurt so much that my heart cringes

And the core screams in silent rustles

Repeating just one thing

That I am the unloved one.

I could never imagine my poem could move someone emotionally just so much.. view the heartfelt consequences on the following link:
http://shikhalifestories.blogspot.in/2012/05/if-love-connects-pain-forges-together.html