No Questions

This was written during a rather stressful period of mine. let's see how you take it.

No Questions?

I was born, unseen, unheard of
The world moved on without stopping
No one knew I had come
And those few who knew, never cared

I grew up in my own world
Of real dreams and dreamy realities
Trodden down by a cold world
My tenderness froze to death

I was made to follow others
Driven by need, driven by insanity
Lonely I stood, never understood
Like a burning candle in sunlight

I smiled, I cried, no one saw
I worked, I tried, no one saw
I failed the expectations of everyone
They saw it, but not me

Now that I'm dead, all alone
I wonder whether I was ever in company
Was I needed, there are no answers
Simply because, there are no questions...

O Friend!

This comes straight from my archives, a time when i was learning how to concoct marvels with words (which i still am).

O Friend!

Do you remember those times?
When late in the cover of night
When the world would long be asleep
We would talk, laugh and weep

Do you remember those times?
When I'd call u without reason
And you'd patiently hear me out
Without anger, resentment or doubt

Do you remember those times?
When suddenly on a calm day
You'd hiccough for a minute or two
And I would be remembering you

Do you remember those times?
When I just won't talk enough
And without the slightest noise
You'd read out my silence

With a heart that wont beat nor yield
I have yielded to the beaten path
Searching eyes, brimming with hope
Fingers outstretched for someone to hold…