Old heart of mine...

It wasn't what it anticipated,

It was way more love than it deserved...

This old heart of mine was new back then,

And it wondered ... "What in the world!!"

It pumped blood for a living,

But wondered if it was the right job...

For so much of the love it received,

Was for everything else but blood.

It was joy when she smiled, 

It was pain when she shrugged...

It dreamt of growing old with her

Yet it listened to the head, 

Stupid head which said it must not...

It beat itself up for years, 

For that one day it let the head decide.

It beats itself now as well...

Seventy times a minute to be precise

It stops the blood to the brain now at times,

It was the brain which had done wrong...

But the heart grew older as the pain progressed,

The loud dubs dubs were slowly gone.

In guilt, it split itself one day...

Into four pieces the old heart fell,

Ventricles and aortas people called them...

But all pieces were just reminders of hell.

Attacks became a common occurrence,

These were part of the punishment it surmised...

Docs always considered these minor incidents,

And the old heart knew minors won't suffice.

The old heart beats now as it must,

but barely so it does...

Most nights now this old heart aches,

And most nights now this old heart breaks,
Rest of the time it silently pumps blood.

Always...

Some losses of the past,

have more than scarred her heart.

And with deep ambivalence

in the brown haze of her eyes,

She sadly gazes at the constellations, 

of love in the sky.

The sky learns to weep with her,

But she dances in the corridor.

With eyes closed, in memories of the person, 

who sings, along with the waves, for her.

They sing to the hymns of sadness

and also to those smiles at times,

Like some heart wrenching poem,

Like some heart warming song.

Even when the stars pay her a visit,

they bring along a person’s voice,

A voice that heals, A melancholy. 

They say, sing to her, and let her know, 

that you are always with her.

... and she hears him whisper... Always! 

What If...

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If the year we met in was a different one,
how different would things be....

If the what-ifs all came true, 
would it have been a different story? 

What if we would have just let the rain stop
and the howling winds pass us by,

Would life have gotten better? 
Would things have gotten steady?

What if we would just remember that song
and agree with what Jagger said...

That we can’t always get what we want. 
Would we have gotten what we need?

Would there have been a better you? 
Would there have been a better me?

Would there have been love? 
Would there have been a WE?

All questions unanswered, 
Just as they’re meant to be.
We stand here and look back at life.
Life and its million maybes!