And then there were the Words I married,
Yet I flirted with Silence under the veiled sky
For when Words failed to speak my soul,
Silence touched those barren lands,
And came to be my partner
In fiery passion, of yet again,
This night has nothing to give me
Sometimes just a tear says it all,
And the next one ends it all.
She is no more
Today, than a piece of crumb
Crumbled to a corner
In her desolate mind.
Bearing the darkness
Fouled in cigarette stubs
Paddling her spine, breaking
Her, her teenage will.
Soft chirps buried down
Hastily, a coarse breath limping
its way to the untamed world
Counting petals left to die.
Picking mossy stones, and
She walked away, to that unkempt corner
Of life that was gifted at light
And torn apart at night…….
If memories could be burnt
And sent down the sacred Ganges
If we would finally be happy,
Or would we still run like madmen
In search of those blessed, lost, cinders..?..
To cut the vein of the scorned green leaf
And abandon it at twilight,
Then to scream at the injustice
Of the dark dark night!