Remorse

In the twilight of dreams,

He walked along,

Looking at the stars of future,

He thought along,

Not really cursing his misfortunes,

He mumbled along,

As the heart remembered someone,

He cried along.

Life was not what he supposed to be,

The pleasures of past, the crimes of present.

A deep remorse,

lingered along.

As the emptiness of the space surrounding him,

was evident in the silence pervading.

For feelings kept hidden, for the words unspoken,

For the emotions unshown, for the depths unexplored.

He kept a lot to himself.

He thought a lot to himself.

He talked a lot to himself.

Only to realize, he was there all HIMSELF !!

No one to love, no one to care but only to feed His Own Self.

The meaning of life, the value of love,

was lost somewhere along,

The heart cried in remorse,

but nothing moved along.