Story, is what we are, is what there is
We are simple, we are tricky
We have our words, we have our twists

We are joy, we are sorrow,
We are a chaos, we are peace,
We are the evil that chills our heart,
We are the love that warms our soul,

We entangle, our plots collide,
For a second or for a lifetime,
We write, and are written about

A great narrative; we all weave into,
like stars in the eternal sky,
It stretches on, horizon to horizon,
Without a beginning, with no end in sight

Though we all take a hiatus, we never stop,
In another time, with a different pen
The story goes on..

He walks with me, every night
Silent, yet strong,spellbinding
And I gaze up at him, mesmerised
Darkness,surrounds us, engulfs us
And yet, we shine, together, he and I

He is distant, yet feels close, so close
I yearn to touch, to behold, to caress,
Him, but I can’t, I reach out but he fades
He hides, behind a mask of grey

But then! I see him again, he is back
Just as I thought he would not,
Back, he is with all his madness and charm
And I smile, once again at him,
Shining yellow in the night sky