Tangled in the misery of life
I walked and walked
To untangle those knots
Which I realized in the journey till now.
Holding that Goblet,
Goblet we both discovered with time ,
The Goblet made of trust and faith,
And love and care,
The Goblet that reflects the light,
The light which was holy,
But it is now old, and grungy
Portraying marks of all those fierce fights.
It's said old Is gold,
But sometimes old makes things tender and weak,
With time though it seem valued
But what degraded was strength.
Strength to bear all those screams,
Strength to bear Silence.
So, clenched the glass,
Clenched to fortify it.
Never I realized its strength,
I trusted the time more,
And yes the glass did break,
For you left it and I was the only one to protect.
Yes glass broke for I clenched it hard.
Leaving my palm,
Bleeding in red.