Wishes were made on first sight of shooting star for the love to sail until it reaches the shore of eternity, vows were taken beneath the skies of walking side by side as always.
Now, I am sitting on the cold floor trying to mend broken promises, solving the puzzle of torn letters to read the untold lies in between lines, words in letter are in haze from the tears that dropped and dropped, until it drooped and dried away.
I once thought, I would master the poetry of love because of you. Sigh! I was meant to be skilled in heartbreak and lonesome verses. Words refuse to make amends with the love that is lost and long gone, leaving no signs of arrival again.
When I was with you, I secretly wrote poems for you in the name of moon. I guess, the poems now truly belong to the moon because your presence has withered completely, my poems defy you. I left the city of love with a promise to never return again and walk the same street.
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ~~~~~~
As a child, I saw the sun kiss goodbye to the sky as it melted in the aurora and the little stars start appearing as they peek through that boundless space in sparkles.
I would wish for a day to come when sun will wait until moon shines bright and they both exchange greetings and giggle with me. The day never came. I wondered if they despised each other's presence.
And I learnt about the moon stealing lambent light of the sun. Perhaps, since then the hatred grew, for the light belonged to the sun and moon chose to shine underneath yet collecting adulation from the people. Sun was blamed for being scorching burn.
Since then I have been a solisequious poem for the sun. I chose this closest star to be my guide for coming back. I delve evenfall twilight, merging in nightly affairs of my poetry. I elide the moon's luminescence to write accolades of mighty sun. ~~~~~~ #myth#writersnetwork
A drop of tear Slowly steer Through the ridges of my cheeks. Carrying with it some guilt, few memories. Maybe some sufferings too. A drop of tear like a silent waterfall moves slowly but hesitant to fall. A drop of tear splashes on the ground with no fuss or sound. I wait every second with abated breath. Ready to embrace my soul's death.