ESTRANGED

I can sense something, something strange..
Some strange feeling pushing me into a blind well of fear..
Something, which conveys that my end is near..
I am afraid, but I don't know why..
wish I could know..
that what will be I after I die...
Or will I be nothing..
then I must find out.
what exactly is nothing, If that is what I am going to be..
I know lord, I had wished for my death to thee..
But now somehow, I don't want to break free.
For few more days I want to be me.

V

DECIEVED, SO WHAT?

What do I say now..
I have lost all my words somewhere behind,
I could see my death coming,
and yet I acted blind,
there came poison, draping love,
there came an eagle,
looking like a dove..

The moment I tasted love,
I knew it was poison,
The moment I flew with dove,
I knew it was an eagle,
yet I went ahead, to save the name of the name,'love',
yet I went ahead, to respect the innocence of the name 'dove',

Now when alone in the barren,
when I find myself lying, broken and dead..
whom do I blame for the same?
I killed myself just to save that name..
that name love..
that name dove..

So what if it was poison,
I drank it like love,
and, indeed it was painful,
even more than love!
So what if it was eagle,
I loved it like dove,
and, indeed it was shrewd,
but I never missed the dove !

My duty was done,
My life was made,
So what if the destiny played the game,
My part was well played !