Standing next to rocks we once carved
trying to remember the etched memories
of the years gone by,
when I had unison of dreams
and nightmares with you.
the wrath of time spared none,
not even the rocks , I see
but I wait
to conjure everything
from these rocks.
there is something about the air
when it is about to rain,
Did you ever feel it?
Like leaves on sun burnt trees
our ambitions slowly recede,
as the winds of change blow
are you really ready to let them go?
or would you catch them
as they fall and scatter
dead may always remain dead
but would it ever matter?
would you not wait for a whole season,
for them to grow again?
or just sit infront of the idiot box
silently biting away your pain.
the fog descends
night turns to day
darkness gives in to blur
we waited for the sun
within the blankets
listening to adele,
the sun never came
we never got out
and kept searching
for the sun inside each other
and the warmth too
It wasn’t a nice day
but we made it one.
This haze
like a beautiful maze
has been staring
might be caring
for why I am sleeping
and not keeping
the promises I made
turned them as facades
but is it too late?
or maybe is it the fate
I ask and collapse
for all dreams and the gaps
for one more time
alas ! a dozing sigh
reality defeated again
and nothing to gain
or maybe we can?
maybe not too.
The most complex jigsaw
is the heart beating within us.
every piece of it is built of
the people around us
it holds their memories,
their faces
and maybe a part of their
soul.
they complete the puzzle
but everything has to fit,
for this puzzle to
work,
for the heart to beat,
for us to remain sane.
but it almost never happens
we only keep drifting
looking for pieces to fit within
in a hope to be complete
and that is why it is the most complex
jigsaw puzzle every made.
Writings to Heaven 