Dusk of My Life

From where did it all begin?
And, when is it going to end?
What kind of mess am I in?
When would this fog descend?

There were days when this love 
felt so lovely...
But now I ask myself, "Why did 
things get ugly?"
With my love I know he was
always trifling...
His memories leave me with the
air so stifling...
Every part of me longs for nothing
but him...
Do I really deserve to live a life 
so grim?

In the flames of yearnings, my heart
is burning...
Within my nerves, the pain is churning...
I pass my nights with the streaming eyes...
All I can hear are my hopeless sighs...
It's so deadening that now nothing seems bright...
From years and years, I'm trying to feel alright...
I'm a captive of this darkness and gloom...
I'm waiting for the light to enter my room...

Amrit Versha

Erase the Imprints of Past

It's sunrise after a long, dark night.
It's all bright, so there is no fright.
Bad days are gone at last.
Now, it's just your past.
It's only a shadow.
You better let it go.

If you will ever look back,
you will just get off track.
Present is still in your hands,
so don't cry.
Wake up, and just give it a try.
Let your own power unfold.
You are nothing but gold.

As, now, everything you know,
so wisdom must you show.
From the sufferings of past, 
must you learn.
By your old mistakes, don't
get burnt.

Amrit Versha

Ask me,"What is love to you?"

Ask me,"What drives you crazy?"
When his fingers gently stroke my skin, that sensation drives me crazy.

Ask me,"What makes you feel alive?"
Come and whisper his name into my ears.
You will see my eyes sparkle like never before.

Ask me,"Where does your heart reside?"
Look into his eyes and you will find it there.

Ask me,"What had hurt you the most?"
His incapability to love me back.

Ask me,"When did you feel like you were utterly falling apart?"
The day when I saw him longing for her
just as he did for me.

Ask me,"What are the moments that you
regret the most?"
The moment when I made him my priority.
The moment when I lost myself in chasing him.
Yes, the times when I forgot who I was.

Now, ask me,"What is love to you?"
Well, if this is not love, then I really wonder what it is!

Amrit Versha