Its Innumerable...

I wrote this poem in class 9 or 10...but find it still close to my heart...my first creation that was worth preserving....just excuse if its not upto expectations....the redundence of 'innumerable' is a style to give impetus to the reocurance of those feelings/thoughts....

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I told my heart to just forget it!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I told my heart to just leave it!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

my heart, rebelled from work, without you!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

my heart denied to pump without you!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I pleaded myself to forgive me!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

justice denied to forgive me!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I looked at stars and cried!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I looked at moon- as my pride!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I tried to talk but failed!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I tried to sink but sailed!!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I thought of myself with disgust!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

in misery, I found only you to trust!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

to hide my tears, I walked in rain!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

to love my love- I loved my pain!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

In search of love, I ran in vain!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

for that search, I was called "insane"!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I wondered where I went wrong?

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I tried to complete my half-done love song!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

my heart needed to get consoled!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I cherished my story to be told!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I burried my feelings in my heart!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

it caused a quake in my heart!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I dreamt my shoulders to rest your head!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I had no shoulder to rest my head!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

my soul tried, to throw the crutches to which it is bound!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

I-with my feelings, alone, was found!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

to disguise myself, I thought of life!

Its Innumerable, how many times...

the thought of death, came slashing, like a knife!!