Not In My Fate

by Rupradha Mookerjee

My hometown has nothing now

For which I can eagerly wait,

So I am leaving her for a week,

As I realize love is not in my fate.

Though you are here, you are busy,

You don’t have any time for me,

Or should I say you’re not willing

To talk to me or meet up with me?

Whatever it is, you make me cry,

May be you like the tears in my eyes,

You make it awfully hard to live

The faster the time flies.

Strange it is that while you are here

I have to leave, couldn’t have been worse,

April will be like appalling instead of appealing,

Well, I think it is some kind of a curse.

Neither do I get Dad’s shoulders,

Nor Mom’s lap to lie in such a state,

I am lifeless, helpless without you

As I realize love is not in my fate!

09-Apr-2012

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks for the optimistic thoughts Kumarendra Ji!!

Rupradha
11-Apr-2012 09:25 AM

Remove the umbrella of sorrow, there shall be downpour of love... love is devastating, too! April, Eliot says, is the cruelest month, but I wish let there be flowers in your back garden when you return!!

Kumarendra Mallick
10-Apr-2012 23:12 PM

Thanks a lot TARamesh Ji!!

rupradhamookerjee
10-Apr-2012 04:51 AM

Torture of love you express very well, Rupradha in all your poems!

taramesh
10-Apr-2012 04:14 AM

Thanks a lot Prof!!

rupradhamookerjee
09-Apr-2012 23:19 PM

Rupradha Ji Quite different composition, Nice ! congrats

flame
09-Apr-2012 21:28 PM