She was slowly diminished from his memory,
The words, the skin and all the roses red,
A century might have passed since I saw her,
He exclaimed while he strolled,
Her smell, her touch and oh god that beautiful hair,
Lost in the shadows among the unnamed,
She was still there,
But nowhere here,
They say time heals the worst of all scars,
She was his time and he was her mist air…….
As the night slowly descends,
The ghosts of the past,
The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,
The boy scared to his deepest bones,
Prepares himself for them,
Those that have chased him for eternity,
Hopelessness, despair and plight,
Everynight they come,
Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,
Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,
The boy scared and lonely,
Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,
This all would be worth someday,
For the night is not eternal,
For the plight is not eternal…..
It is the days like these that I realise,
The biting scorch and the igneous rock,
The wind that keeps me alive,
The water that keeps me afloat,
All just become a medium to survive,
The warmth of your skin,
And the moist of your kiss,
Are like clouds,
To this mighty sphere…..
Its been five years since my journey of blogging had started. An amazing ride full of all emotions, met so many spectacular people here. Its a privilege to be a part of the blogging community.
Thank you all the 1000 family members. This was not possible without your love and support.
I may not be a regular. But you always pull me back.