That everyday I live, is a tryst with destiny now...
To catch a glimpse of your face, to build a shelter in your heart,
but I fear the truth, the criminal in me half-awake yet half- asleep keeps the heart at bay...
Unsaid thoughts capture me, bound me in chains,
the thoughts to harm you reigns my mind but kills me inside...for I am no criminal on the outside but cynical by heart.
Everyday I'll hurt you a little more,
and everyday I'll explain it all.
A parasite I am and You are the cynosure of my soul.
You have taken away all that was mine in exchange of that soul - the soul that belongs to me no more.
Darkness is once again engulfing me,
before I fought it, now I am giving in.
Nothing's left to share anymore except the need of the soul,
the desire for you in me grows like a fire, the unexpressed feelings ignite it everytime you extinguish it.
Silence speaks to me now,
tells me to let you go.
Dont want to love you
but I cant help it anymore,
dont want to hurt you
and kill myself once more...
Prey.. Tell me what I ought to do, this tryst is destroying me
but even this suffering seems beautiful...
despite the pain, I feel wonderful...!
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