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.

I'll never let go
    She said
Yet  I see only my reflection now

Remorseful it is inside
Painful it is
The future seems bright as always proclaimed
But what is the essence of the brightness of the future when everything hurts now?

Hate me or love me
    What is left is

           Me.

If only you knew
The whispers behind u
You'll wear a frown
And be an owl
All life long.

My loneliness and I often talk about you,
If you had been here,
You would have talked about this and that,
Gossiped,
Made me laugh,
How this or that would be,
If only you were here.
8/8/2019

Money is happiness
               But,
In you I'm bathed in laughter.