***** and bolts,
I tighten them up.
Rusting but still working,
Don't want to be the next to run.

The song comes,
Like a sweet jazz,
Hitting like a drum.

The strength of today,
Will keep me moving,
When tomorrow comes.

If every word I scribbled,
Made you a little close to me.
I would be writing on your lap,
Not far across the seven seas.

Not with a vision,
That's getting blurred,
In the peak of every night.

Not with an ink,
That's drying,
Trickling through time.

Hoped,
To finish what I started,
And walk into sth new.

But destined,
To crippled down in pieces,
Before I could write ,"you".

I knew you would be back,
After the fall of night,
Thin parting of ice,
You would be back.

To rest my sollown bones,
To pamper the aching heart.
You would be back.

Transfer of cold breeze,
To warmth and sunshine.
The sky not only carried storm,
But rainbows and butterflies.

To tease me with a new taste of love,
To bloom on my concrete trust.
You would be back.

I knew you would be back.

I have been sleeping for so long,
But my eyes are still weary,
Collecting dust and the ruins.

Memories,
Flutter with their reminisce.
The sweet taste,
Butter in my dried days.

I am sleeping,
But I am tired ever since.
It's not the day you left,
The day I forgot my existence.


Holding on to a spoonful of hope,
Sip and sip,
It's empty and no more.

Eyes-
Divine,
Unknown.

A tapestry,
Posed to show.

Bottomed up,
Scattered,
In depths of your arm.

Wishes are feeble,
Good like sand.

Infrequent,
The withering soul,
Beat/Beat.
Until explodes.

Unhindered,
Nor warm nor cold,
Sweep/Sweep.
Washed to the shore.

Simmering sunrise,
And your wide-open eyes,
Bittersweet agony,
Left by my side.

Screeching my heart is-
Scraping my lungs.
My tongue,
tight and twisted,
My words are numb.

Not bewildered,
By that decision.
Not constraining,
The wheel.

If there was a silver lining,
This is where it would end.