and they all applauded
at the holy union
dressed in their best
all congratulations

bright flashes.
cliques of pictures
same old rituals
of society's preachers

the audience of near ones
ghosts of dear ones
all seem present here
crossing their fingers with fear

what happens post this
may be hell or bliss
no one prepared the two
its all a hit or miss

the engine rumbling slow
hum echoing inside
trying to contain
beat of my flesh and hide

the world flowing by
impervious to my cries
for i am so keen to meet
my baby and stop the lies

its probably time
to say good bye
to parts of my past
with an unending sigh

outrageously funny
the matters of the heart
makes clowns of us
when we play the part

the cast keeps changing
with the part

from stalkers to streakers
charmers to weepers
lovers to cheaters
playboys to loners

the cast keep changing
with the part

walking out of the theatre
of dead spectators
i think i played
each part

the cast was nothing
but only my past
and my heart
it plays no more parts

And then i come to a fork
i have to decide
take the highway
or the lazy road on the side

with a destination unknown
i am in no hurry
the journey so far
has been nothing but blurry

I chose wisely i think
and turn to the side
seeing the streams and flora
i tell myself this maybe a good ride

i roll down the window
fresh breeze rolling in
wondering why its taken me so long
to feel so good within

she stands across her mirror
puckers her lips, puts the color
looks into her eyes
checks her own demeanour
its almost wry

finally she put to sleep
her demons of past weeks
and the spell
has finally turned weak
its almost dry

another day. another night.
she breathes easy now
another body. another soul.
she smiles to herself
it was all a lie

Can't wipe this smile off my face
the joke was on me, i know
but this was not a time or the place
to cause a row

all the storm, i seemed to cause
by my complete devotion
now this pregnant pause
followed by your cold emotion

"...i cant make that choice" she answered
to a question i never asked
"Now that i have already devoured your heart, its time to snap off your head and finish the task"

will talk to you tomorrow
she says
the next day begins
with no moment to laze

my pings of "hi"s
have become pangs with sighs
and shes been too busy
to take notice of my craze

one more day. one more night
i keep counting untaken breaths
awaiting her voice and sharp gaze