as we walk through
the timid lanes of time
only the pebbles remain
the waters have dried
leaving behind the stain
air has escaped
pressure-less gain
and along this sunshine
clutched firmly within my hands
only pebbles remain only pebbles remain

In the bottom most depth
of sorrow, darker than black
more empty than void
camouflaged is an egg
when nested in tears
and incubated in love
Hatches the phoenix of hope
to soar back beautifully
in the endless sky
Shining in golden flames of rejuvenation.

A sonorous bell rings,
between my eyes,
drenching the senses.

Vibrations travel
till the toes,
a drop of blood,
floats away surpassing
the bounds of time,
trickling through the
winter mist, a blanket
of responsibility, insulates
the hidden vow,
into the lower echelons of mind
pure and untouched.

A dried fallen leaf,
still triggers memories
and the jolt awakens me
briefly  and the entities
of problem challenge opportunities
fade into vacant spaces of
love smiles and beauty

Dead before being born
friendship and love even though sworn
Darkness that looms even in morn
Pages from my past, remain torn
Consumed by time , ****
that fleeting instant , Long gone
like the darkness at advent of dawn
So I lay dead, before being born

Swirling flower torn
apart from the tree
by the gentle wind
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers
which lay forgotten
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly consume
them into oblivion.

Yes , the same trees
dance to the , morning breeze.
dripping dew shines
on green grass, bright green leaves.

Chirping of the birds
no longer audible
a distant whisper
trickles down in the ears.

Now the lonely streets
occupied by fitness freaks
No butterflies, no bees
only unoccupied hearts,  all for lease.

But

Those mornings I remember
during spring summer autumn and winter.
Leaves slightly danced, to a slightly brighter sun.
Its pleasant warmth embraced us both

Time never dared to touch us
Butter flies adorned your hair
radiating smile and joy even in despair
then life seemed easy
Now
it nothing but busy.

And now when I walk alone
silent smile trickles down
from my eyes to lips
in the memory of
Those mornings

The weather is calm,
the breeze, cold and soothing.
I do not flow with it though,
my head feels heavy, the grey blobs,
clouds appear to be near ,
hovering just over my head
the occasional drizzles feel
like the tears.
My pen ceases to write,
leaving blots of ink
smudged on the paper.
As if saying enough written,
enough said.
A wry smile caresses my lips
and melancholy stroke my eyes
this sensitive balance of contrasting emotions
is playing the strings of disequilibrium in my
HEART.
SYMPTOMS of missing you perhaps.