A Lonely Heart

If the heart is there,

Let it find an excuse for beating.

Why like a stone,

It shows no life, no sign of feeling?

I did not talk at all

About my pain.

Why is the quick-to-repent

So repentant?

The speechless, I, was given

The speech at a time

When I had

Nothing left to say.

Why do I stand

On a pathway

Where even a whiff of wind

Does not blow.

It's a strange entity:

The time.

It passes

As soon as it comes.

I can't trust

Even my own heartbeat.

Blessed are those,

Who trust others.

The wall of grief

Is ever hard to break.

But I nursed my sorrow a lot,

Without tears.

I am restless,

But don't claim to be in love.

I am a wanderer,

But have no head for the desert.

Either I need something

Other than you,

Or, I don't trust

Even my own love.

The few moments granted by life

Are useless for me.

The friend's door is not open

And the doorway to life is closed.

What can I offer,

I have nothing

Except a heart

That too shattered.