I wander about the path solitude brought me to,
I wonder what i feel but speak in those interviews ,
I wonder how unkind was my own company to me ,
I wonder if I will have to live with the same person , i lived this birth with.

My words don't make sense to anyone ,
Some people think i am deep lost in my depression ,
Some think i have no interest left in any of my passions ,
The rest of them think that this cruel end of my story was a premonition.

I implored for mercy to god and humanity,
Tonnes of pyres is all i see in my vicinity ,
There has not been a day i have not been thinking of my disabilities,
Why did he implant in humans this feeling of fragility?

My soul denies to live today ,
the engines have stopped working and i am sure its the mayday,
I might have made a lot of mistakes which led me here,
Whenever i think about those things i wonder why i dont fear.

This delirium isloates me from this world,
I feel like a sheep far separated from the herd,
There not many reasons to my hamartia , not many lies ,
But today , the only protagonist of my parent's story dies.

Somehow things changed with time ,
She wasn't the same girl who used to dance in my rhyme,
The stage of my life had suddenly changed to a ugly mime ,
I had even started feeling that her days with me were an organised crime.

It was the place i loved being lost,
Everything there seemed pleasant , may it be thunder or frost.
How can i forget the words her tongue sketched on mine?
In her eyes i could see my love , i thought our relationship was divine,
But now whenever I think about her , i curse myself to be so unkind,
I wish i could correct my mistakes but unfortunately , time doesn't rewind.

With every thunder in the sky , it seemed , god took pleasure in taking a photo of ours,
We used to pray for each other with every shooting star ,
With her my every year passed like it was just an hour ,
If she was a disease , she left me with deep scars.

She was my source of gratification in the toughest time ,
My poems could never have been so beautiful without her rhyme,
She was the only protagonist of my every story,
Without her my words never possesed any glory.

I remember how we used to trod in the vale,
Two dopes debating sermons though none
of us used to fail.
Had you seen her in a garden, it would seem she is the only flower blooming,
Her breath smelled like the scent of peonies , whose longing has now made me stifling.

Nowadays i take care that no one hears me snivelling ,
I dont want them to see an exurbent guy grieving.
I try my best not to whimper seeing her smiling photo on instagram,
Last scene of my life , i always dream off is my head on her arm.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the night,
I was struggling to standup and everything seemed at unrest that night,
Those stairways and the flickering lights held my eyes to surprise,
I smelled that of bacardi and my filthy look signalled that i had cried.

While thinking how i ended up here and what this place was,
My mind seemed confused and my heart seemed lost,
I struggled through the staircase of the building, a board said i had reached the 7th floor,
Suddenly i remembered everything about this place, and i hurried towards a door,

I didn't ring the bell but she opened the door,
Afraid to look into her eyes, i starred at the floor,
She told me to come in and there was no bound to my excitement,
I knew every inch of this abode, it was her appartment.  

In a moment a flashback ran in my mind,
A chapter of my life that had all the things just right,
I remembered all our happy days just at once along with all our fights,
Those lazy days and resltess, crazy nights,
I still sometimes wonder that she had some magical powers, i was sure she possesed some might.

She complained how ***** i looked and what i had made of myself,
She told me that i have to take care of my health,
Tears rolled through her eyes as they met mine,
Looking at her i wondered how god created someone so kind.

That night we sat besides each other and talked about life,
After some time, through the window appeared a beam of light,
I looked at her, she looked at me, a rare moment of ecstasy,
And then we kissed each other passionately, until we were tired and messy.

"See you next year my dear, stay happy!" She cried
And in the next moment she disappeared like a fairy in disguise,
I looked at the calendar to see what date it was,
It was 2 years to her demise and my heart once again frost.