my heart is but empty

Lot of love, lot of pain, lot of hatred and loads of fights
I think all day, about my life
The one that has been
And the one that will be
I once was a person
Happy and alive
Full of all the colors of life
When I met him on the way
Who stole my smile
Lot of love, lot of pain, lot of hatred and days of fight
Lead to nothing but a broken belief

I moved on after months of tears,
whiskey, swears and fears.
I promised not to share my heart
The one which was already so hurt
Until he came and gained my trust
Only to be another, to break it thus

I then ceased to cry and to pity
To be so naïve and flimsy
I had then realized that relationship
means nothing for a guy
So now this is me
after months of betrayal and sobbing

My heart that once was so mushy
Is now just dry and witty
I lack the normal sense of sensitivity
The small rays of hope that used to touch my life
Have abandoned their path that is now charred
I don’t cry now for losing myself
I just accept that my heart that was so full,
Full of emotions so clear
Has been struck by a famine
Leaving nothing there…

Unasked Questions...

They talk about the Big Bang and the Origin of the Universe
They talk about the math of the stars and the movement of the planets
They talk about the temperature of the sun and life on other heavenly bodies
But, does any great mathematician knows the relationship between happiness and time ??
The equation between life and death ??
The scale on which one can measure agony and distress ??
They look everywhere for the answers but do they dare to ask the right questions ??
They call themselves intelligent but what about the intelligence of self ??

India, wake up b4 its too late...

I went to the Tibetan Refugee Centre recently and saw some pics of people in Tibet who tried to access their rights and thus, got their award. I saw photos of young men and women, 17 to 24 yrs of age, their genitals removed, dripping with blood, quitened by the hand of death yet shouting...you could hear their screams of pain...their expressions though stoned...could move your soul...their hands, cold, had the strength to boil your blood...The literature, there, told of all the injustices practised on the Tibetans by the Chinese govt. Their rights curbed, their land and women raped, their culture and civilization on the verge of extinction...

Indian govt should realize that they are our people out dere who got killed...for what? for asking a right to live...wake up b4 it's too late...