The words in my chaotic mind , Sob every night just like a feeble baby ; Unable to explain the ache she has ! But my pen stays numb , Singling no lullaby to the ears of stars ; To wake up the sun from its slumber The dust on my diary is getting thicker ... With no mark of cerulean on its pale white , Those withered roses still remained .... All the arcane objects that found home in my verses That found love in this scrawler , Are once again called ugly and inanimate ; With no lungs to breathe life , No heart to get hurt :) Still I stay blank with the aphonic writer .... Who can no more roar like the lioness .. The soothing sunshine that caresses the blossoms That bloom in the advent of spring !! Doesn't bring smiles on faces anymore :( Travelling like a montivagent , over the hills Of unanswered questions ,I scream , " Where are you now ?" But , the echo of those four words is all i hear , Maybe the writer in me has faded away like Those autumn leaves , neither to return again; Maybe the writer in me is sleeping forever; Who lost in the game of life and death ! Yet , I stare at the sky wishing for that writer to fall Like a shooting star and land on my blank diary again "
( This scares me, how temporary everything is.... I Miss you the lost ones ♥️) ~eman
I am painting my nights with happy lies ... Even though I know you are no more alive But in those photographs I see you with me And When it rains.... Your memories come raining along ! Smiling , I remember... The way you used to sing and dance ! Chirping like a baby bird ... Pulling me in your arms,,, The home , where I always belonged ... And the memories which I carried along ! Thunderstorm of reality striked, Rain got heavy , my eyes cried... And your shadow was at my side ! A sudden gush of wind .. And you , disappeared ! In a few seconds , the dream of love broke All the care for you was left untold .... Your hands life mine ... And , my life got lost