
My hand is still stretched out towards the heaven
And my heart waits for you without a reason.
Time has elapsed so gleamingly all this time
Hovering smugly over the noise of any tearful chime.
I feel our fresh past, rueful and agonising.
I remember the time when you broke my wing.
And attached it with yours and flew away from me forever.
Crippled and broken I was, over my cursed fate to deter.
All this time I had been devoid of your sound,
The grass of my life turned ugly yellow on the parched ground.
Today, the freshly bloomed roses of my inspiration no more live,
And there is fear in my eyes, concealed but still olive.
I'm so sure that I will never be able to overcome this shock.
I'm sturdy but my heart is composed of the fragile cotton rock.
Pain is so easily penetrable through my thin skin,
That it makes me believe that in the game of life I can never win!
Every moment I ask myself, what caused you to leave my hand,
And disappear like a small shell in the vast stretched ocean of sand.
No reasonable answer appears in my mind which could soothe me for the rest of my life,
How will l be able to love again when my beating heart is being pushed deeper into the knife?
The flames of my spirit ended up into the haunted reaches of the wraith,
Claiming, altogether, my diminished resources of exuberance and dainty faith.
You came into my barren life, and it eventually became so sweetly fertile,
So ignorant of the real truth that when you're away it will again get docile.
A force of despair pulls me down to sink in the spate of tears I produced,
Coupled with the ageing agony which makes me lost, totally bemused.
So much pain is present, can it be avoided? Is there a way?
Can I sleep once in the serene night and never see the next day?
