The wasted past

The grand old days I loved
Singing through the emotions
Expectations when high
Living like a time
Passing on with every tick
Beating heart singing rhyme
But behind a wall there was brick
Bricks of ruined life
Only illusions of life
Nowhere to be seen

The singing heart

The times I see her face
I  have missed her smile
Longing for love
In need her
Infatuation or desires
Everything crept in my mind
 Time changes so do life
With so much of occupied mind
Love or life
Stuck in between to decide
Why is it so love always hurts
Or its just the beautiful virtues
Which makes a man pay
Pay for his deeds he never liked
Memories are sharp
It keeps on coming
Letting you know in life
how much you have choice ?