Spare me a moment

Spare me a moment,

One last look at thee

Spare me a touch,

The taste of your symphony



I've won and I've lost,

Legions and wars

I've killed and I've fought,

To the tune of my wrath



The cry of a mother,

The grief on her face

The tear of a lover,

All insignificant in haste.



Riches and wealth,

I've gathered no end

Murders and stealth,

The wares that i vend



You flew to my heart,

My passionate doe

My evils did part,

You unburdened my woe.



You taught me to love,

To forgive and forget

You helped me to sow,

For all souls, respect



I lay these white roses

At the foot of your bed,

A heart full of losses

With love you once fed


To me your never gone,

An angel asleep

The rhythm of our lovesong

Still stifles my weep.


Spare me a moment,

One last look at thee

Spare me a touch,

The taste of your symphony

The Cry Of The Black Lady of Rhyme.

Dark shadowless, screens of black,

Memories of you, have I a stack.

The past a horror, i shouldnt look back,

In fear of that moment, that cruel attack.



You remind me of love, the joy i now lack,

Those cold winter nights, we spent as a tack.

You were my prince, my beloved jack,

They took you away, with that single hack.

How do i let go, these memories unpack?

Of days foregone, that have left me a wrack.

I bury you now, my soul alack,

Deep in these shadowless, screens of black.

Tell me, why "why"?....

Dedicated to Felicity, for giving me the inspiration to unleash my thoughts and create this blog.

( a very random thought blogged as it occurred.... not been structured or contemplated on.. )

There are so many things about life and its ways that remain unexplained. Be it the satisfaction a gold medal can bring, the dejection a silver medal can cast, the morning glee that may transpire into a gloomy evening, dreams of a perfect world while dwelling in a living hell, it all ends up ultimately in a pile of questions, unaswered. In an attempt to find answers, from somewhere within us, we voice our thoughts to our uncrowned saviour, "why".

The word "why" indeed has a gigantic task to play with all the roles it is called to take on. " Why did this happen to me?", "Why cant i do this?" Why should she get this chance?" and also " Why does it rain?" , "Why do we need food?" etc. Unfortunately the "whys" that prompt a question in its quest for knowledge ( the latter examples) seem to be overshadowed by the "whys" that knowingly or not assumes a negative energy.( the former examples)

"Why me?" is another instance where the word "why" is used as though a catastrophe of an enormous magnitude has befallen us eventhough we are aware of masses facing greater problems. We get drenched in the rain, there pops the question "why me?", we are shouted at, for not meetin a deadline; then again we call upon "why" eventhough we come across less fortunate people beggin for a scrap of food or a drop of water and facing much more acute problems than us.

Then tell me, why do we use "why" for the least painful of griefs, the smallest of difficulties? Why does the helpless "why" fall a victim in our attempts to question supposed injustices of daily life? Why do we taunt "why" so much?

Fortunately we have innocent young minds and intelligent mature ones who call upon "why" for an answer to the unexplainable (initially deemed unexplainable) ways of nature and its beings; the "why" that seeks knowledge and reveals truths that would have otherwise gone unnoticed or even unasked. "Why do we go to school?, why is this plan not the best one? why does an elephant have a trunk and so on.. Thanks to these positive souls, "why" moves on in the hope that it is given the chance to facilitate more of such fruitful questions and thereby give fulfilling answers.

I wonder how "why" can don both roles so effortlessly as and when we fancy it to do so?... How does "why" depart to such ambivalent energies as per our whims at such short notices? Doesn't "why" get fed up of its contradicting roles???

Why doesnt "why" ever stand up and say "why me??"

Somebody please tell me why?