Skylark challenge 200
A life event, that changed everything else
"they lay down in the middle of the field. It was dark but the stars were shining bright. It was quiet... Everyone was sleeping but they were awake, right there, right then, together.
When all of a sudden, she broke the silence and whispered I love you.
It has been two months now since they got hitched. Since then, everything else has changed, from her last name to the way she used to be. It was like swimming against the tide for her.
It all started 5 months back. They drove by the car to meet at the river side cafe. It was her favourite place, as the reflection of them in water ...
It never should have ended,
The city of love also felt stranded
But to summon a breath of courage
While seated by the Eifel got some pretended
The house in the hills we built, slipped and descended.
You owe me nothing but still want to be defended
A heart I got broken, I look forward to have amended.
When you left me , I found no place safe
Fear to lose more made me so deaf
Colours of eternity had turned grey
I was speechless when you walked away.
My face turned pale
But, I couldn't walk away
Until one day i came to a place that took my grief away .
I kept fighting with my own reflection
Trapped in memories that brought grief
I knew you left me with no bad intention
Wounded soul wouldn't let me fly
Though my heart wanted to touch the sky.
Engrafted in the tenderness of my thoughts
With all conscious memories of my past.
I sat around the spectacle atlast.
Linking myself to this tall height
So much pleasure is gathering with each breath
I feel the wind is wiping my pain
I feel like butt...
Now that you've gone
I can finally see your footsteps
On the front door.
Paris isn't the same place
To dream of.
Now it's just another white spot
On my map, like a papertown,
So sad and lonely.
As of last week, I can barely
hear anything but the melody
you used to whistle
while washing the dishes.
Insanely, your bright red cap
is only thing that I see in the crowd,
Yet to be only a mirage,
a trick of my mind.
Sue, I know I hoped to get rid
of your sillyness,
But now, I'm just a shell of a man,
I used to be when you were around.
Was sobbing countess
No power and means
And Count too passed away
Ruthless communism took everything
But proud car still on the yard.
Just late by moments
My love is already left
It's fun if I chase.
In the midst of development,
Man has lost his self.
He has created more buildings and highways,
But in between, he loose his own pathways of fulfilment.
He has created all his comforts through machines,
But ultimately trapped himself in mechanical lifestyle.
He has created faster transportation,
But becoming very slow to connect deeply with other human being.
He has innovated most convenient methods of communication,
But it’s difficult to expose his heart out loud.
He has reached milestones which seems impossible to his ancestors,
But paid its price by loosing his connection with Nature.
He has invented umbrella for his convenient,
But the umbrella is becoming obstacle between ...
Night comes after night.
Darkness after darkness.
Searching for the light between us,
in a confused and blurry world.
Touching the void of your eye,
with my bare hands.
There is still a long way to go home,
the sky cries above us
breath after breath.
An echo on dirty water
that falls drop by drop,
from the top of ceilings.
The tram lights cutting
through the dense fog,
two red dots staring
of two lit cigarettes.
The tic-tac of the time
inside your head.
Two hearts waiting.
Two solitudes awakening.
Seen him from a long back
Walking in the rain
The rain, I can’t feel
Those smokey clouds
All falling like miracle......
The building is like melting
Just like candles all over
The tram, just like rolling
Middle of no where....
Everything is vanishing
Just like a choke of heart
The man still go for a walk
All with heavy head
Just for the peace
And no more fighting, to live...!!!
Binocular says you are so close to me
But you know
How far from me you are
Every trace of ink inside my worn notebook
represents every second in which I never stop loving you. The black
and blue blemishes are like tiny scars that
decorate my fingers, earned in the battle to break me free.
If you were to connect all that fragments of candid words it would form my deepest thoughts, spelling out a story of unrequited love, with every poem I pen in your honor pulling me deeper into a past that no longer exists.
The Reality Of Life.
You want me to breathe honey but I've never seen a dead soul breathe. I loved you more than I could but in return you betrayed me for a woman whom you had already left for me. That's the sad reality of the world. You love a person who's not trustworthy but you still have faith in them and end up getting killed from inside and a cover of regret from outside because of their betrayal.
Blank stares with
I can see you so clearly now
Can you see me?
Or are your eyes glued shut?