Here again today I hold the book of love, Scary enough to feel the emptiness
As I was a fly, she always enjoyed chasing away
Decoration of power over the stone broken and unbroken from ages
Shifting, splitting coming to light, thriving, dissolving, decomposing, and dying
Flourishing the plague of agony, the demolishing pain persuading cacophony
Stronger atrocious but acumen, Departure of autumn the only cradle I had
Transparent as the skin of a newborn child
Despite all the charming secrets, you masqueraded the wallowing lies
Laugh and Laugh the punctuated rescue of counterfeit ripples
Mistakenly driven the ingredient of a big smile
Is it ok to accept the void??
Peace! Passivity! And submission, a man long lost yet turned into a poet
I was gullible swayed by the arrogant, yearning for revenge
For me, nothing has changed and nothing was the same anymore
Detached and absorbed, intoxicated I sing the glory of solemn and distant
Malicious or unfortunate, just accepted what was presented
A lullaby in the veil of silence, soul long gone and separated
Floating in the ether, I saw the runaway kite
Mild, surreal, light, and elevated
Nothing to resist, nowhere to go
Faith is a gradual process and unfortunately, I thrived in disbeliefs
Abode Pristine and penitent, I literally begged for your help
The vision is alluring as you were real
Even as I suffer, I knew there was a threshold I crossed and went
Half concernedly, half passionately
I allowed you to hold me captive
In love, boundaries were blurred, in love I let the butterfly met hurricane
Dear death, how embarrassing my life was
And yet oddly not embarrassing at all
Subtle filigree, the way she left
By- Kshitij Sinha
6/8/2017