Locked inside the memory box of him Searching for the key to drift away from within; Going through the agony That shatters my conscience like its made of Pieces of paper that melts away with my pride, Tears like dew drops on the window panes Of the dusty cars in which we have made love And make promises that now seems pointless, Going through different doors Looking for the way out Caged inside like the gentle bird Who only wants her freedom back, Crying out loud trying to walk past the thorns that She had sown the seeds deep within; Seedlings of unfulfilled nostalgic dreams That twisted their way to haunt her much Like a nightmarish screams, Finally, A subtle knock on the door wakes her up from the deep slumber walk Now all she was looking for the ways to open that door; With black bold letters "LET GO" is inscribed on the side board, Now all she had to take is a leap A leap to turn her back from the memories That only cajoled her like the bog of the swampy streams; Now She had to embrace her life With new found insights and Fill the cup herself that lie abandoned With the love that warms herself like The sweet cream.....
//The flavor of coffee didn't change a bit, however, it doesn't taste the way it used to taste when you were here.//
Those were the days when we used to jot down romantic poems, tuck beneath our momentary silences. The symphony betwixt our eyes and smiles was ecstatic, and everything we had together. You always believed in “love and forever”, but I never did.
Friendship is a gifted relation, you used to say, and the connection between real friends never ceases. Maybe you were true. The stars and my sorrows blaze when our worlds fall apart. You and I are so close to each other yet not under the same sky. Isn't it beautiful to feel you here, even after your demise? Maybe this is “love and forever”, and I want to believe it.
The rainy streets give me the feeling of you and grief coalesced together, to make me weep and shine, all at once. For how long I can look at the same raining sky and feel different every time? The concept of feelings and this world is magical. We humans can feel anything with the help of mere words and emotions. I'm here in my room, but also I'm somewhere in between the stars. The worlds fell apart and we are still the same, together.
//Coffee doesn't change its taste but it changed my viewpoint to see the world. I can sip it and feel you, every time.//
It all began with a once upon a time; I followed a white rabbit With waistcoat and a stopwatch, Wondering where the world hid, Wonders of the mind.
I tumbled down my thoughts, Spiralling; a hurricane chasing dream. A cake too big, a sip too small As I sat there looking unhinged In the miraged reality's garb. With locked conversations behind each door And myriad beauty beckoning, I searched for the key of hope.
I dream on, disguise and run, Through the red queen's heart; Trampling thorns which don't bleed, 'Cause they're meant to last.
I run, still, like a madwoman lost at sea, As my conscience smirks upside down Like the moon hanging from a tree. From a wise old sage, metamorphising; to a mirrored past, I've held and fought the nightmares Chasing me into the dark
Near the end, I watch the rabbit hide, Playing Peek-a-boo with time; I hold the solstice sword of life, To his pulsing throat, Before he turns around the corner And down another rabbit hole.