This Heart I can’t Sell

The heart was gone in a instant

despite the eyes were wide open.

It just went along with a glance

not even a word was spoken.

The heart I considered as mine

started beating for someone dear.

The call of the heart was quite clear  

it always wanted her to stay near.

This is when the effort started,

pleading, pleasing, pampering.

No stone was left unturned,

relentless I kept on hankering.

I wrote poems and sent mail,

no message was of any avail.

Everything I did was for love

and I was not afraid to fail.

Those mails can be deleted,

but not the words that I meant.

Everything can be denied

but not a knee that was bent.

The blush could be forsaken

but not tear streams that ran dry.

Don't ever wait for a roving bird

that bird will scoot away and fly.

Is there a need for evidence

of a heart that was broken,

of a love that was forgotten,

or the words that were spoken.

Everything shall fall to silence

as soon and lesser I dwell.

The mind, memory and intellect

but about the heart I can’t tell.

The mind will weave a dream

and the intellect will find a reason.

The memories will fade away too

under freshness of every season.

Everyone else is reasonable,

every resistance I can quell.

But to an affectionate heart,

I can’t, this heart I can't sell.