When I’m gone

When I’m gone, gone for long

To the good memories, I will belong

There will be tears, tears of joy

And a good reason to cry no more

When I’m gone

On a walk with those who wish to walk along

I will give up on holding on to the wrongs

My will, I am sure would be so strong

When I’m gone, gone for good

I will leave behind silence and hurt with no regrets

And I will look back not even for a moment

For my undervalued worth will be visible only when am gone

Oh when I’m gone

I will be busy on my way going

I know it will hurt and I wish it could hurt for long

For my sorriness will be too faint to travel far back when am gone

There is a time, when I’ll be gone

To my saviour’s bosom, to blossom

That would be the end of the road, and end of sorrows

There would be a battle, lost or won

But I will be gone when I’m gone

© Taaku

Broken promises (Taaku)

Your silence has become too loud

Now my troubled inner voice is beginning to stand out

I see a heart once inflated with love, about to be popped

However, the invincible hand of providence cannot be stopped

It feels like living under a leaking roof

Where shouting, running, jumping, lying, is no proof

That I am making an effort

But rather a sign of discomfort

I have ran out of sleep yet I dream

I have ran out of appetite yet I drink

I tried escaping yet I meet you in my mind

I tried writing something meaningful but tears make me blind

You spoke less but each of your words contained paragraphs

Today I search, search, search and all I get is photographs

It has become hard to understand the will of God as I pray

One last homage, I wish I could pay