I woke up with a smile which my brain almost forgot the codes to bring up,
I was feeling happy unknowingly and was waiting for my mind to interrupt,
Strangely my brain was quiet, i felt myself lost in a state I'd never been,
The room was completely red as the curtains struggled the sunlight in.

I felt the time had stopped and the earth ceased to rotate on its axis,
I thought maybe i died, maybe i ended my life like others, depressed in the times of crisis,
'woke up!' someone mumbled, my heart quivered as the voice echoed in my ears,
I felt my eyes drizzle as her smiling face greeted me, or maybe my fears.

My shivering body did calm as she wiped my tears,
I was happy that tonight when I cry there will be someone to hear,
It took severest penance of my life to impress the divine,
I was blessed with the boon to steal one evening from the cycle of time.

Our eyes talked years in a moment like it had been our past life,
The room turned dark after a while, just to let her face shine like a star light,
Pure as water she was, cleaning my memories of time,
Tender as a feather was her body, slowly intertwining in mine.

That night I begged the stars to change my fate,
I prayed with all my energy for the sun to rise a little late,
I held her tight so I could feel the movement of her body as she breathed,
As the sun rose, a last time we kissed and from the moment my existence ceased.

When the moon shines to its extreme in the sky,
When my eyes shed tears but i tell myself it's not a cry,
When the shadows of the window grill covers up my bed,
I crawl to the window and sit near my desk,
I look towards the houses in my vicinity,
The roads were never so quiet, i wonder if this is really my city,
We have reached a time where 'back to normal' is just a hope,
But if we keep on hurting the environment like we've done all this time, there isn't any scope.  

Amid all these, i do smile when I think about you,
I wonder if you still like the sky to be a pink hue rather than blue,  
My mind keeps on replaying those memories we share,
I don't think god's been fare when my lungs miss your smell in the air,
The only fear i had was losing you, so now i don't fear doing any crime,
People are wrong when they say moving on is just a matter of time,
I hate the person in my mirror, and i am sure it hates me too,
I never felt so impotent and ugly when i was with you,
I feel older than my age and with every breath life just gets more *******,
I won't tell anybody what happened to 'us', perhaps I don't want to sound rude.
It was after you left, did I realize that I had left everybody who cared for me long ago,
Maybe, with you I never needed anybody, maybe you became my ego,
There was a time when i used to think of life as a love song,
But at this cold night i shiver thinking how I got it all wrong,
Since the day you left, I was earnestly waiting for you to follow me,
But it seems i was waiting for the skies to meet the seas.

He was enjoying the aroma of bromeliads under the blue evening sky,
Watching the lost birds, trying to understand their pain through their cries.
Sitting on the same bench they used to sit,
Had shared enough of his pain with her and now it was time for her to quit.

He was anxious when he called her, she always knew when he lied,
She came running to the park, seeing her hustling towards him, he smiled.
Inspite of her decieving her thoughts, 'this is the last time we meet', he said and the skies cried,
Reasons didn't matter so she never asked but until tonight he had been her perfect guide.

Every night he watches the stars trying to embrace the lonely skies,
They never wanted their story to be a fairy tale and so there weren't any lies.
When the moon shines in the sky, he feels her presence,
Her warmth pressed against his chest , intertwining like fire and cigarette.

But the rest of their life wasn't a surprise,
For them staying together, she could have paid any price.
She always went to the park and waited until late night,
She feels he is watching her, maybe he is just out of her sight.

He disappeared like a piece of grain in a house of wheat sacks,  
She could never resist on her thought of him coming back.
But he never looked back at her to see the reaction to his words,
Maybe he knew how she'd feel , when he heard the cries of the lost birds.

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.

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.