BETWEEN THE
BREEZE
The day so cold with me
Starring with eyes alone together at the
Starless moonless sky
Darkness blanketing it so well
The glance of the breeze that
fly
Made it all look as soothing
appeal
May be its warmth let heart
swell
With brimming irony yet to
reveal
Hands and souls that was once
stringed
Now to clear the tears off the
way
Hair and moustache once roaming
strangled
Are meant to hide the secrets
Once which were full of gleeful
ray
And now with more of regrets
Upon meaningless chapters
Still searching bitter sweet moments
Those that we wanted to be
immortal
Are growing smaller the later
On these days of pretending
Gathering the facts – truth
rendering
Inspite of all those events
Communicating with you is my
telepathic portal
Where was the mistake let in?
Is it the pencil we chose?
To sketch our story from within
Letting the eraser win and we
lose
No pardon if it’s the pen
Glad that we didn’t feed the
fire
The carbon let me more to
respire
As its carving let me revisit those
Still fresh in mind are your
pose
Of our farewell reception
Everything looks painfully beautiful
Aches and cramps are deeply superficial
Inside out I’m passively aggressive
Growing clearly confused and submissive
Me to the world as weirdly normal
Phantom got adopted for walking dead
Emotions and thoughts are amazingly awful
Facing it with an upright head
Days weeks and months went by
Yet it looks like it broke just
now
Acting
naturally on all
events
Smiling gets it fine -
hopefully meant
Upon this thoughtless cloud
One more wind blew hard
That makes me surpass the crowd
Of deafening silence to be barred
Again at the gaze out
To dark light happenings, I spot
Me to be the hooded sky
With loads of truthful lie..
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