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.

Why I fostered the flame?
Which was on brink of death,
From chills of drift,
And splash of loath,

I fostered the flame,
With all I had,
To let it light,
and give the warmth.

With that warmth it showed,
I melted though,
For the flame was worth,
And the melt was too.

Through thick and thin,
I fostered the flame,
Flame which is now burning bright,
But not for me it was,
Neither the warmth,
Nor the light !

Waiting in the meadows,
Under the bright blue sky,
Free as a bird,
My thoughts wish to fly.

Sometimes bullet matters,
Not the skill of assassin,
To hit the target subtly.
More it got subtle,
More it gave the pain,
Kills that to death,
And with the bloodstain.
And finally something hit subtly,
Cold was the gun,
This time I am sure bullet hit it,
"Ego" they call the bullet
And that was the "pun"  !

It rained heavily
Voids were filled.
There after the sun came
Scorching heat cracked it further.
Path adored their *******,
of the sun and the clouds,
But the path was left blistered,
the path which was tied,
yes, they cracked the path
and even gave the voids !!