Fiery Ashes

It all started with a sparkle - bright but tiny,
And, gloated with the applause - dim but shiny,
It washed all the water,
And, seemed to be only fire that mattered,
But, when the clock struck 11,
It left us cold and shattered.

It is nice to see you move on.
It is nice to see you're doing well on your own.
Over this side, it isn't so,
Very well though,
But as the sparkle dies as it gets old,
It hurts to see that you've grown so cold.

The blueprint worked - a masterpiece I made,
In a sheet of colorful nonsense, tales I said,
And, even though some days you cried,
To sorrow induced or at least I tried,
It rained, and sometimes the rainbows retained -
The essence of joy embedded -
And, slowly, very-so-slowly - the sorrow slowly grayed.

Won't you ever look back at me? Even if just a second more?
Won't you ever look back at me and smile as you did before?
It is nice though - you have understood the cipher,
That, beneath utter hopelessness -
I had to lock the door in a hope to clear the mess.

Maybe, we will resume from where we first started.
And, maybe, in our case,
It won't be as bitter as it is departed.

Take care.

Sweet Sorrow

This isn't about departing,
But, a new starting.

On the verge of being almost broken,
The void clears off the reek.
With the pride outspoken,
Two eyes swore never again to peek,
And the lips - never to speak.

Then, the shadow beneath shone,
As the queen denounced her crown.
The serene collapsed on the omen outgrown,
And laughed still with a faint little frown.

This is all some sort of humor - this night,
Some hilarious joke fate says.
A bruised perfection smiles with delight,
It really is a harsh game life plays,
Deluded, we stray.
All is well that ends that way.
But, we live in the darker shades of grays

Pity, a dire refusal, a vain cruise,
All in all the gambler's choose.
Apologies never said, feelings never shared,
And, even the sweet parts of it were mostly unprepared.

So many words couldn't until tomorrow,
Make you see through me - through my sorrow.
But,
None of this is to reply or to comply,
This is just to repent and to say goodbye.

~cheers to life~

Disaster

I have tried many times to say what I mean,
To tell you what horrible nightmares I have seen,
So that you can lead me from the abyss back to the green,
And, repair me from what a mess I have been.

But, is it the mediocrity so triflous to achieve? I ponder,
What a curse I share with you I wonder,
The tension between us, the glamor and satire,
These ominous words of a pensive attire.

When was the dove better off without a mate?
Where does the sun shine and regret?
And, even the moon is sometimes late,
How can it be that 'that one touch' I can't forget?
So many questions - none a-bit simple then the one above,
So many queries - soon to reflect the cross of verbs,
So, you see - this is not all too much of thoughts I express,
The light radiates from you to this heart of sobs.

Am I pulling you down? Do I make any sense?
Is it paranoia if I am so tensed?
Am I worst than how much I thought I could be?
If I am so, why do you so whole-heartedly refuse to see?

Anguish and pain, torture and gain, juxtaposed I can no longer bear,
The sounds of screams I whisper - the sound of utter fear,
Can it really be that it is all because I am my own master,
That I often end in so much of a disaster?

Can you really save me?
Or will I bring you dismay?
"Otherwise" - you often say,
But, will it really be that way?

Forgive me if it really hurts knowing I can't let you fade,
But, it is the horrible nightmare
You don't have to prepare for,
You are better of without me - please be safe.

More

It had been almost a year,
Since it last was ruled by fear,
Almost a year,
Since they last shed some tears.

They listen to the silence - they want to see,
Silence can't be percieved - by them or me.
The echoes of groans,
Crackling of the bones,
Whispering within the anguish and pain,
Beneath some soft - bloody stains,
They cry for help and for a laugh they can't bear,
For, it had been almost a year,
Since they last shed some tears.

How can the God be so cruel, how can he be so?
How can I despite someone I so much adore?
The blabbers and threats, one less word worth said,
It had been almost a year, since it last wished to be dead.

But, such is life, they say and I know,
And, the drama on the stage is a mere magic-show,
I listen to the silence as the voices disappear,

And, think to myself
How I couldn't stop them
From shedding some more tears.
And,
How I couldn't smile within a fear,
After so many years.

Virtue of Distance

A letter off-a-prose or a petal off-a-rose,
How "the sorrow of departure" their ambiguity shows.
But, the real torture - of a loathed-departure,
In cuts and tears - only a pensive heart knows.

So much was left unseen -
So much we could have been.
Oh, how much away two hearts can stray,
Two love-bird's in one's bad dreams.

Simili in a shade
 as the curtains fall
And, as the words fade,
I wonder "did we have it all?"
When not obscured by the miles - we are obtused in smiles,
The distance elaborates the difference - howsoever small.

I wonder how it will be when we resume,
How it might be once this time is consumed -
Will we be back where we were back then?
Will we have anything we did - ever again?
Ha! Only time will show the results I know - sorrow, I assume.