She underwent through the dark side of love When his goodbyes left her there to dilapidate Silence touched her eardrums in that noisy environ Frozen in shock till viability touched innards in she
Bleeded heart insisted not to leave so mercilessly Tearful gazes stared till disappearence of shadows Days turned to months breathed only emphases and depressions Nights woven only longitivity leads her sapped centrally Till despondency and soberness blanketed her in dark Such a sweet word,"Love" proved to be catastrophic
As in the sày, "time is the great healer" Craveness took refuge in the lap of abatement Wounds healed up with the aim of winding up past Still blotches remnant in the form of scars deep To fill a joule of energy in the loosen and weakened nerves In spite to reveal the real faces hidden under masks Such a brighter shadow of love touched her mighty soul
The end of you starts at a normal pace of life where you move but to leave the road no no not to maintain & hold the hands of time but to avoid getting buried in the collapse of it on which you are crawling reluctantly. The moment sanity hits your door you push it back just to channelize what and how it feels to dwell in insanity. All causes of disaster lie unveiled in front of you with no more scary details of the world you are into. The thoughts of emptiness sail to the boldness of every street and in the alleys of lurking nothingness. Looking into the eyes of metaphors only haunts you for no reason but their depth definitely has something to teach you in every fall and on every dawn. Walking aesthetically becomes your habitat & moving back from the same has alot to crash. The walls around you understands you better than anyone who can respond to your words. In the insomniac nights the stars gaze in you just to know the gravity you hold for your moon in every layer of yourself so that no more moon hides in the clouds. Summarizing all in these lines isn't enough for you know how to read the gaps to grasp the more. Do paint the greys but on the canvas of rainbow for it has something to offer in the midst of your fall just to start it again.