As I count the minutes that pass
The night is just too long
Thinking over it again and again
That night I surpass

My life is not my own
That feeling makes me whine
The last of drops of blood
Would be falling on somebody's shrine

So sad there is nothing called a perfect family
All I want is perfect moments in our sea of grief

Bless us God one day then
Gift a smiling face
Happy then she will be
while giving up the chase

As things stand by and she's gone
I pray to God for her soul
This is my only salvation
In this never ending whorl



The Story Behind

This is the most disturbing poem I have written. I have always felt that a man cannot live a stable life if his personal life is in turbulence.

This poem is just a sad look at the personal hazards which more often than not break a family.

The 'She' in this poem is my mother and why did I think of writing such a murderous poem? That is because of the continous ego clashes which were not letting us live peacefully. Still I hope people like this poem and do not succumb to the dark tragedy in the poem.