And I Cry Silently

man-walking-away

 

 

And I promised myself
I wouldn’t do it again
To myself
Like those innumerable times
When several others
Were to be tried

 

Pushing you away
Is the toughest
Fallacy
I’ve known
In my lifetime
To determine
How long before you’d return
For the me
I tried seeing in your eyes
And would your roads ever cross
The junction
Where we last spoke
And without warning
I stated
It’s all going wrong
And am yet to be figured out

I saw you walk away
Without ever getting to know
How it felt to you
And I cry silently

Enchanted Mirage

Removing from the system,
Bitter truth
That came from the illusionary garden
Created moments ago
In an enchanted mirage
Of a world
That could have been
With you
At the center-stage
But
Trickery is the personality
Of delusion
Man is not hidden to
Learn he must
To evade the desires
That takes him to the quicksand
Pulling him down under
With every blow he gives back
In a reflex of a fight
He has for himself
When all that is required
Is a let go
Of you
And a fissure
Of the memory created
By the illusion
Better described as
Enchanted

Parched

The lands have been parched
For so long now
That I hardly can remember
The last time water trickled through it
Seeping deep down the terrain
Quenching the thirst of the earth
Filling the soil with its wetness

Innumerable days
When the clouds go flying by
I look up to the sky
Waiting for the nimbus to take shape
And shower upon the trinkets
And there comes the sun again
Clearing the shadow

Today it’s different
It’s a slower pace
And here I gasp
When I see it hovering
Swelling in its dimension
And before it can burst
I feel like running up the hill
Exhilarated by the thought
I feel like writing poetry
As the wind blows
Dancing
A thousand times inside me
Waiting for the pour

Here I see myself stand still
As I slowly open my eyes
Under the cloud
Seeing it grow dark
Praying for a descend

Ringed

I’ve never glanced at you, as much as I do, today
Rubbing the edges, as if it would appear out of nowhere
Feeling the base of where it lay
Turning an invisible band of the solid mass
It once were
Letting my lip traverse the cold metal trail
Left behind
At the place it once lived
The emptiness the finger holds
As it misses the entity
That gave her a definitive look
That of poise, dignity and elegance
A blessing from the woman tribe
Crushed all in a moment of beliefs
Leaving behind a tapered body
A mark to remind its presence
Of the days it were stuck to a page
Hit another metal and grimaced
Of the times the nervous fingers played around it
Pinched and shoved it
Reminiscing the cold sting on the cheek
From the wintry days

Today is different
I feel the change
I feel the absence
Of something that was a part of me
For a while yes, yet a part of me
And now it’s just a memory
Of the glistening white body
Enveloped in a metal band
Placed somewhere among the prophecy
Of the wise men