Breathing over horizons
Stretching far and wide
Writing to keep me
Living
This rusty pen of mine
Will keep shaping;
     Images,
Flashes of cuts and loss
Bruises here,scars there
Memories filling up
Moulding words
Of promises broken, betrayed
And battered
Till then I'll  keep
What is left;
Mortal remains of dignity
Sacrificed on diamond platter
Yet, tied and thrown
In the sea of forgetfulness
Till then
This pen of mine
Keeps painting pages
With pictures beautifully
Shaped in pain
Of tragic loss and stabs
Till sun sets
On this horizon
This rusty pen
Will unearth memories
Buried in time.