in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying.
lost in space, and no one can help you.
everything in front has morphed like free desert sand,
with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of
a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever.
but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.

so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends.
you had no choice but to move further, away - alone
but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil,
and to stay was to mope in killing silence.
you leapt into both worlds in shifts -
to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.

every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months
of moving, of staying, and of waiting
until you discovered a sandcastle on one end.
it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****.
lost in time, but you can help you.
and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.

from a simple hello
came a complexity
which was you

it had been hard
with the lines scarce
and the miles stretch

but as time unraveled
our thoughts flourished
like a stream downhill

thanks to that old hello
fate has made me witness
my elastic best friend

to believe in what was lost
for over a dozen months
-to fall in love, but slowly

from those old pictures
of blisses and grandeur
to new messages unread

for what reason was it
to be found living like that
only to be forced dead

now, one can never expect
a sharp cliff waiting for them
at the end of a short story

– because after
all these trials
you shall bloom like
the shade of the moonlight
and tear no more
like rains of sorrow

living in the progress
that we have created
has been so beautiful
that i'd believe in more
chances of firsts
and of fluctuations
with no one else
but with you only