Burnt so bright, like a flickering sun; the precious love was so holy – took away my breath.
“It all began with a metaphor and metaphors are dangerous.”
It kicks in with a rain pouring over your window’s pane, it ends up with your soul drenched; how similar is – the season of my streaming feelings, all soaked.
Steaming cups, empty corridors, evening walks and lonely paths; does that how a parted bond smell like?
All so queer.
Flying ashes in summery noons,
Empty, cold eyes in wintry nights,
Hollow smiles of springs,
Crunching trusts of crispy autumn;
Oh my dear, is that how you lived the seasons of that charming ’11?
Warmth wrapped care for your distant smile and precious touch for that callous shadow;
You exhausted me of my own spark, is that what your brutal call was always meant for?
For now, amidst the chaos, I feel disconnected
For you robbed me of my thriving spirit in serenity.
What happened to your heart now, does it sing?
All the love songs you once claimed in gold & dust.
That sunset was so bitter, the moment you left;
My beats haven’t lived since then, you took away eternity.