Mirror pieces

He wrote as she left..

It's not that I see me only in the broken mirror pieces,

The only mirror I had in my cluttered room.

Holding reflections of our togetherness and confinement in each other;

How we fought, wept over the dreams shared;

And how as the sun set, you caressed and cared.

I am not alone in the shattered pieces at a closer look;

Our world was tore apart, dreams were rotten and you were off from the tangled emotional hook.

As it is broken I am in trance,

Mirror reflecting a less of you and more of me was broken,

I did for you dearest as a goodbye token.

Let it rain…

Walking alone amidst the known faces,    

Chasing your memories, I leave the chaos behind and try to leave no traces.

Those careless whispers, half sung song, drizzling of tears, amused world of dreams and may be some unsaid fears…

All the doors to you are locked; I wonder if I could ever unfold those unsaid verses of agony.

How life creeps and crawls sans the bonding;

How memories tread the path and ends up haunting.

Let the doors be closed, let no air come inside, let no voice to be heard, but;

One fine day, I shall meet you; bringing down the clouds for you.

Why only drizzling? At last no doors are left locked.

Let it rain, let it rain…… I am home.