Alas he says As he wastes his time Looking at mundane sites on the Internet Amusing himself Or trying to But missing her bad all the time Cocooned in his idealism Of a promise made with wool over his eyes And a stone in his heart. Alas she weeps But silently As she waits to hear from him Pretending to find joy elsewhere Faking happiness Or trying to Even a single word would bring such comfort To show her she still matters Alas is a situation They have both created More he than her though She at least tried Really hard But he mulishly clings on to his alas Burning silently, longing, craving Yet doing nothing. Both of them trapped In their intermingled destinies Of a web they wove Alas! © 2011 Preeti Shenoy For more poems click here . Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.