Friday, 20 July 2012

By the steps

It is moving slowly. But it’s moving. 

Now and then, I look behind at them memories and the succinctness of your parting only to realise that you have left more than I had bargained for.

I rush to the steps of our home. I am rushing out towards the open road. I am hoping you stop me. I am hopeless. Can you please tell me to stay? I see people fade away. I see death kiss goodbye to friends and I know how little time we have. We are not forever people, but what we share is forever.

You have lifted that veil of doubt. You are the truth that is written across walls of eternity. A nightingale’s song of love. 

How will you blink your eyelids without glancing at my smile? 

Let me adore you for the rest of your life. Let me take you the waterfalls of my longing and wash your fears away. Let me be that one. Let me.

The summers are disappearing. The winters never end. Shine your love on me. 

I need you like my morning cup of tea – I will have you anyway and any how. Even the moon shies away from me. No one has the answer but you, my love.

Your silence fills my room and I am not alone anymore. Without you, I walk with your shadow.
Stop by my steps someday. 

The keys are left in the door. Walk through and share a memory with me. And make me eternal once again.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Why moving on is the end...

Does it really matter now that you're gone? That your memory still haunts the road and the cars and the gardens.
The wind chokes my breath. I know that life is here with you but I must go. Or she will die.

Will she? She is too young to know love, hate or abandonment. She will know why you chose to do it.
What is her fault? None. I am the reason she is here. Her future rests in my hands.

Her future will always be determined by you, no matter where you are. With me or her. But my future for sure will be nothing but broken.
You are an old soul, a wise one. You can understand. You can survive and gather yourself. 

When you held my hands, you said you would die if I left you. I stayed. Now, my life rests in your hands. How will I survive?
I die everyday a bit, without you. I'd rather die beside her so she'd let me go. Guiltless.

What if it is too late? What if I am not there? What if you knew that you killed me?
I will not let you die. In you I live, with you I die too.