Mirror

Time Lapse

I have seen time lapsing
and slowing,
as I try to hold back
your tears

I wasn’t the one,
you knew it but weren’t prepared,
like the land that isn’t ready for rain
and young for the inevitable death

still we played with fate
laughed at the fading dreams
for eternity and what extends
and waited for nothing,

Cold, dusted
old and black
I have seen everything
you never had

the little girl loved me
and so did her mother
but they left me here
looking for another

Now I wait
sometimes remember the tunes,
I loved their touch like anything
life now isn’t a boon

She came like a tornado
uncontrollable,
untameable
and took me to places
I never thought would exist,

only to leave me there
with blurred memories
and with whatever she left
of me.

true love
if lost,
becomes a story
written by those,
who are afraid of the ending.

stories of these kinds
always give restless nights
to the writers
till the end of their
weak lives.

so if you are writing one now,
write true and bravely
or never write at all.

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.