Alternative
Wherever I had wanted priority,
there I became the alternative.
People search for their permanent place.
Those who, in the name of priority, keep someone as an alternative,
do they know that in alternativeness only unease is born?
Will I get? Will it stay? Will it be?
These questions keep circling in the mind in parallel.
Yet we keep revolving around them,
where we have not even a little priority.
Birthplace of Sorrow
From wounds I no longer feel pain,
I seem accustomed to sorrow,
as if born in sorrow’s very maternity home.
When you break and leave,
I remain afterwards only in sorrow’s lap,
I get no one’s company then but sorrow,
no one’s door seems open anymore.
Pain at Compound Interest
The memories you left me are burning me like compound interest.
First the pain of your leaving,
then I went to find the reason of your leaving.
Then I understood, I was unworthy of you.
When I went to find the cause of unworthiness,
I saw I was a very failed person even in my personal life.
The pain of your leaving reminds me of my unworthiness,
and the pain of unworthiness reminds me of my failure.
How will I repay this debt of pain at compound interest?
Story
A story is not always beautiful just because its beginning is colorful.
Even my love which began with heavenly feelings ended with a black separation.
Thus a story is never dependent on its beginning;
rather its ending tells how the story truly was.
Strange Satisfaction
I do not know what attraction lies hidden inside me?
I do not know with what intense pull people come to me?
With what strange satisfaction’s greed do they rush to me?
If only they came with love, with care!
But they come to give me more pain, to make me more tormented.