Poem Analysis: Looking Backwarded

1. THE ROAD UNTRAVELED

A strange road it was,

People walking with eyes closed,

Nobody stopped for the other,

They just kept walking down the road.

Whistling, a man walked on it,

In a manner of gaiety, he rode the road,

With eyes full of surreal dreams,

And a fire to learn where the road flowed.

And then his eyes met someone’s,

At he knew he wanted to walk alone no more.

The dreary road had suddenly come alive,

Flowers bloomed, leaves glowed - spring was in the air.

The sweetest of sensations flowed through him,

He could hear the buzzing of the bees,

He smelled the green of the grass,

Felt joy in watching the dancing of the trees.

They walked hand in hand,

Moments whizzed past, storing in them an eternity.

He thanked the powers that be,

If only, I knew you did not mean,

Words - spoken and unspoken,

Etched in mind still they'll be,

For, you, it'll remind me.

If only you'd have looked back,

I thought you would,

I still think you will.

Till then the hours stand still,

Days would come and go,

Memories would stay,

Pain will too,

And nobody would know.

If only, I could wish you back,

If only!

Editorial 6/10.

5. BROKEN DREAM

Moon was shining,

I was sleeping at peace.

The dream was beautiful,

I was happy in my sleep.

Flowers were blooming,

Birds were singing,

The world was as beautiful as it could be.

But then I woke up,

And the dream had gone,

T'was dark,

Nowhere to be seen was the dawn.

It could not be so,

The dream had to be real.

It felt so,

But the darkness was engulfing,

Making me gasp for every breath,

And it began sinking,

Illusion only t'was.

The night was always sombre,

I feel lost,

Blinded by the dark,

There's nothingness all around.

Silence screams so loud,

There's a hole in my soul.

I return again,

But there are no complaints.

Even if this is my destiny,

Life's always been an uncertainty.

I stay up to sleep again,

That dream might return again.

Editorial 5/10

6. LET ME

Why did it have to make itself visible?

Fate would've been kinder killing it in the cradle.

Asking this to myself with appall,

With my hands clasped I watch the fall.

Emptiness permeates all corners of its hallowed expanse,

Which once were consumed by the nectar of existence,

Assailed by thorns, its ethereal beauty ravaged,

Hopes quashed, dreams dashed, nothing salvaged.

I tried to pick its sundry pieces, as my hands shivered,

Only few could I manage, others were shattered.

I wanted to cry, if only the tears had not run dry,

But this ain't the moment, I've to be the catcher in the rye.

Time aplenty would be to mourn, it's time now to say my final goodbyes,

Unbearable seem the pauses between its long sighs,

With fondness would I remember its mysteries unraveled,

The innumerable times with its light, to paths it guided.

"Why did it have to be this way?" I hear myself say,

"Why did life look the other way?"

Everything happens for a reason, so say the wise,

Is it reasonable to be asked to stand on the edge of a precipice?

As I ponder, with a tired voice, for the first time, my heart speaks,

With despaired and pained look, only salvation it seeks.

"You've always listened to me, once more pay