Those were the times,
when the moonlight shone with all its glory
and the poems
I’d written -
sparkled;
as though
specters outlined the hues
without substance
when words came,
wearing forever an affable guise of
earthly bliss.
I missed my friends, companions, lovers
one fine day..
their scent came...!
lingering musically in the horizon-
how far away,
close to silence,
and yet; so very clear
I wait near the window
looking at the stars.
as if they are,
the testimonials of immortal pain-
the pain which crawls under my skin.
my face shows the
amiable signs which survive
everything that was exquisite,
remains behind
the enduring the i faced under celestial veil
and meanwhile,
my only solace exists
in resurrection of
memory, the aftertaste and reflection of
the body which had sinned, but the spirit
redeemed ..
I scribble these verses,
only to tear ‘em up,
throw the ramblings unread
into a fire
and yet, you never know..
as the blistered pages sparkle
dwindling into
smoke which feels like heaven..
feels like life...
life which I have to see..
live...
bear..
and walk alone...
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I feel lonely!
