The Loss

***The Unsung Song*** In the corridors of youth, a lad met a maiden fair, Her wisdom beyond years, in college halls she dwelt. Their souls entwined through digital strings on Yahoo's lair, Numbers exchanged, and on the phone, their hearts would melt. Best friends they blossomed, through seasons and years, A meeting planned, with hope and hearts aflutter. But love, unbidden, in the boy appears, A love unreciprocated, causing hearts to shutter. A quarrel arose, the lad withdrew in pride, His words to her, scarce and coldly dealt. Fate's cruel hand then took her for a ride, A car crash, a hospital gown, a belt. Pre-surgery, she reached out with a trembling hand, He, unaware of the gravity, wished luck, nothing more. Days passed, a call returned, a revelation unplanned, Her cousin's voice bore news that shook him to the core. The surgery a success, yet a nerve was cut, Her essence leaked, her light extinguished in the dark. The boy, now a man, in sorrow's rut, His heart forever marked by an indelible mark. In others, he seeks her, in vain attempts at love, Each relationship a mirror, reflecting his loss. Alone in a crowd, he looks to the stars above, For the one he loved and lost, no matter the cost. Haunted by regret, a word unsaid, a chance not taken, He wanders through life, a specter of his former self. In every face, her eyes, his foundation shaken, A young man lost, a book unread, left on the shelf.

In the silence of the morning, a whisper cuts the air, A message cold and distant, a news too hard to bear. Dreams built on dedication, now teetering on the brink, A heart beats heavy, wondering what to think. Hands that once were busy, now tremble in the void, A future once so certain, now painfully destroyed. Colleagues turned to family, faces etched with strife, Together we once thrived, now fragments of a life. Hope flickers dim, yet stubborn in the dark, A search for new beginnings, a flame ignites a spark. For even in this sorrow, strength will find its way, In the wake of endings, dawns a brighter day.

Dwindling sky and drudging sun, remember these days when frustration fills air. chaos is what I smell around and I see, they are escaping the weight of darkness, from this city of manipulation. unscrupulous theories, crack philosophies, cowards rule castles and hypocrites preach liberalism and tolerance. I feel, I should walk on the road, and seek if there remains few who can yet sing, laugh, cry and live on their own wish, without having to escape the weight of darkness I am leaving my friend, this search of hypothesis It is mirage for me I will walk away, and may you remember, when i escaped the weight of darkness, I left a poem to live in the city

For the Pride Left Behind For The Kindness that was sowed when I was a child With the empathy I felt for the hearts around For the love I saw in everyone's eyes The warmness everyone carried in themselves Was I late I don't know I didn't seek revenge on myself Nor a war As a Adult I realised I seek Calmness The battle that carried himself over the years The criteria to win was to loose upon himself The scars that I carried Were after all the Pride I heart The uneasiness I fealt Was to do the good always The light that shine Was after all the hope that was always within me How could I Forget? The life I lived was a blessing The problems, The solutions The journey blessed by my ancestors.

My beloved tunnel, we meet again, Your smoky embrace, was missed in the train, Lets make a toast, to your tobacco smeared rear, To my aerosol elixir, devouring my fears, Come and teach me to forget, Well being is a burden, I sweat, Lets let it all out, with a puff so sacred, lets ma'ar the society, with a mist of hatred, Is it the smell, or is it the taste?? Which forces me, to clash my fate, I'll breathe, and long past midnight, And I fade away, with no regrets, Your remains, bathed in a glowing aura, Bleed profusely, in my abode of ashes, A long thread of that marvellous grey, The proud evidence, of your bittersweet karma, The last spire, a sudden draught, A purpose fulfilled, a lesson taught, I wish I could avoid, that one last kiss, I'll be back, with another bud, I promise.

I am still a student Final year Even after knowing this is all worthless Focusing on career is everything But a void still remains ain't it? To share everything I had for the day Or even listen to some good words Not everyone has a good relationship with their parents Not everyones good friend is free for every time talk Sometimes it feels this isn't enough Had to reach the place where all my friends at the top are Sometimes it feels right to end and leave everything Thanks for reading Have a good sleep

I'm afraid that time is flying and I will not be able to do things which I thought I will do for my parents. What I'm doing- recently moved closer to them and will try to use extended weekends for doing those things (mainly experiences). Go ahead and tell us your fear and what are you doing for that