There she stands,
behind the veil, quieter than her shadow
Watching the end
walk away into the twilight horizon.
The day announces
reality to be a grey pretense
As the
meaningless night descends on my window.
She loves the
hide and seek as I grow tired
Every dream
abandoned by the bed-side table.
Like the broken
promises that lit the false sky
I have failed
myself many times over.
My mute voice
begs to call her one last time
To lose myself
just one more time in her fragrance.
The sparkling
laughter refuses to acknowledge my today
My thirst for an
ounce of faith vanishes unrequited.
She was the hero
of my story You forgot to narrate
The storm
strangled like the brown letters under the pillow.
The mirror mocks
at my reflection that is You
As I wait to be
abandoned by a flood of memories.
Her voice flows
through my veins as a map
Of the journeys I
pretended to have forgotten.
Happiness, as it
is, seldom looks different
This time she
shall not fool me into servitude.
The clocks mutters
under its breath
How time has conned
us with a lie.
On the edge of
submission I attempt one last time
Waiting for my
truth to atone the frivolity of defeat.
Who says flight
of freedom is what everyone seeks?
