Tuesday 4 June 2019

The Assassination of Love



Standing at the same place
Where we parted ways
Waiting for the person
Who would return never;
Stuck in time, I'm
Stranded in thoughts
In a myriad of memories.
Couldn't but sing an Ode
To the lady Nightingale!
Who walked away with ease
Went she, far a distance
Would she ever listen to
the lyrics of my lamentations?
As the sharpest of swords
Pierces into my heart,
Slower and ever more firmer
Death tastes sweeter.
But like any lesser mortal
Ain't I cursed with a life?
To know and live with the fact
That she is happy without me.
Yet, as time slays down
My tender love dead,
As heart drains off
All hopes harbored.
Looking forward
With weary eyes,
In the dark nights
Of my soul,
The return of my querida!
Flames of this passion
keeps consuming me.
May I still survive?
For who will tell the world
Of this beautiful chapter
In life!

Saravanan