Alone

It was four years ago

When home they brought my warrior dead.

Those images are still vivid,

I can't get them out of my head.

He had gone walking on twos

But came back in a coffin.

Till the time 'Black Box' was opened

I didn't know what was in.

Broken bones but unscathed face

Within a mummified body.

I had wished for it to be a dream

But it was a reality.

People say I've come off it

To some extent I agree.

Yet to be honest deep within

I know I have lost 'Me'.

There are times when I turn

Into a rebel, defiant and strong.

Yet somewhere in the corner of my mind

I end up feeling I am wrong.

What do I really have in my life

Except memories and endless pain?

Many a times I get this thought

I would never be able to live again.

Hope surfaces now and then

I'm an optimist at heart.

I try to see things positively

But that's truly not a start.

Shattered dreams and a broken heart

Is all that I have left.

Deep inside I am all hollow,

A silent house post theft.

With every bone that he had broken

A wound formed in my soul.

Wounds that are still raw and open

Wounds that have left a void-like hole.

I try hard to wink back my tears

That well up in my eyes.

I put on smiles to camouflage

But they are all lies.

Friends I have, in fact true friends

Who will stand by me tall.

Ones who will be by my side

Whenever I call.

But then, I cannot depend on them

They have a life of their own.

Its finally me who has to deal

With the pain and loneliness that's grown.

Silence has become my friend

Since the day my soulmate's gone.

However much I smile and deny

I know I am 'Alone'.