I Am So Sorry! ! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

Along the path, I walk on everyday,
Admiring everything with trust, love.. and care.
I smile within myself whenever I am happy or sad,
Sometime... will pen that down, for some good friends to share.

As every steps I put forward,
I have experienced something new.
There are always some stories to tell,
And I write it in my blog... As, SUNSET views...

As I was..
Strolling alone in my wonder land,
Saw this tiny shimmering glow.
Ran forward to catch some glance,
Stumbled on every pot holes.

A huge beautiful golden door emerged,
When I reached the glowing site.
Diamonds was glimmering everywhere,
Blinding the thoughts and my eyes.

Sensed the presence of someone there,
Hiding behind that golden door.
Caught, movement of a manly shadow,
As Light beams out th-ru the key hole.

I knocked the door..thrice,
Waiting anxiously for a while.
Heard some “running” foot steps,
Fading away.. With a silent bye.

Kicked... slammed, the door opens,
Went in looking around.
It was bloody shivering cold inside,
Foggy.. haze covering the ground.

Silence took the time to freeze out,
As Gentle breeze said hi while passing by.
Heard a warm pounding heart beat,
Somewhere close... spying me, with his brown eyes.

Yeah! I know you are here! !
Avoiding this foolish choosy stubborn head.
We both own, good and bad lines, my dear,
As no one is perfect…keep that saved in your ego brain.

I was always there with the truth,
However, you hide everything with lies.
When I want you to explain,
You gave me excuses, blaming me again.

Can you do me a favor?
Stab me deep,
Let me bleed and cut my heart in half!
Kill me once; erase all the pain, that is all I could ask.

If you think that, I am wrong,
Then I am ready to kneel down here to you.
Clasping my hands together,
I am so sorry...never meant to hurt you too.

However, remember! ! nothing will change,
Glued to my words, as I have promised.
Will walk out of this door now,
Not leaving anything behind to cherish.

Will not ever turn back,
Even if you are standing there.
I will not shed any tears, no more,
As you think that, I do not care.

Closed the golden door forever,
Locking it with a silver key.
Wrapping it away in a heart shaped box,
Threw it, into a deep blue sea.

Sunset will emerge every evening,
With her rows of colors to spray.
She might link some rays,
On the rusted key, th-ru out all the decades.

There live a true hidden story of two human beings,
Who have lost each other, before… they could ever dream or gain? !
Let the key remain,
Buried beneath in the heart of the Indian Ocean.