It's only till she feels entertained, Those footprints are sealed on my deserted heart.. That even rain could not fade them away. The rain that is rumbling inside , not a drop out, The rain that was cursed to never stop. And that smile that kills me from inside, still holds a parasol under this eternal rain of blood This wind which gave a blow of gentle kiss, Now stabs right through me. This moon which follows this fading soul on this melody night... Just gazes at that bleeding heart.... What a tragedy night .... And the trees still sing the same song They say , it was only till she felt entertained .... -harshithsavanth (Myfa.kelife)
It's dark and its gloomy. I lack company. It's after quite a long spell that I suddenly discovered myself in conversation with my soul today. I suddenly discovered I have none around not even the ancient gospels that spoke of the abstract persistence of love. I found myself struggling to breathe and dived deeper into conversation. I discovered it's been really long time since I have lost myself in a trial to gain the company of the people whom I love. Love ,to me , was painful. To me , it is necessity. It will be amore sooner. At least I wish so.
I wish I could be dipped into the chalice that holds the flavour of vanity that can remind me of my worthier self. At times, I feel like the dead living in the spring of life. A wonderland where darkness and light are submissive to the colours and where emotions are wild yet petrified. They rise on the tidal eve and splatter and scatter no sooner the clouds of desperation veils the moon. I wish someone could dip me to flavour me with the sweetness of apocalypse. I wish I could be intermingled with the souls that hide behind poetries.
I wish someone could gulp the melancholy my blood rushes with. That which grounds itself behind the curtains that do not let sunlight gleam. I wish someone could be there to embrace and squeeze the pain out of my soul. Who says a young fluttering heart cannot get heavy??
I have seen the colors of my world fading from scintillating gradients to dull and grey specifics. I donot blame the people but the situations. Time has rendered me alone. I wish I could get my happy times back when there were heavy dealings but not heavy hearts. I wish I could get back those days that didn't turn into endless struggling curves. I wish I could get back my mistakes which had people to instigate and rectify. I wish I could get back the company I have once gotten that helped me survive.