I was sick,
With those temporary drugs, I felt alright,
With that fine page and a sleek pen, aligned.
Such a good remedy yet a temporary medicine.
And then comes the plot twist,
Marking the end of my sins
As if you are yourself, the Ganges,
With all your erasing ways.
It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Those eyes,
Beholding my unmasked sights,
Beholding my blacks and no whites.
White,
As fair as the pages I adore,
As straightforward as my metaphors,
As open as your doors,
As straight as parallels drawn.
Parallels,
Parallels drawn between you and me,
In synergy, on par with each other,
Somewhere unknown, lost and farther.
Parallels aren't meant to meet,
Yet makes this poor heart skip beats.
Beats,
Sometimes I was offbeat,
But you were the melody,
Saving me,
Yet again and again,
Somewhere written in stars beyond skies and space.
Space,
In search of personal space,
I saw you fade away in the haze,
Somewhere handcuffed with those chains.
Chains,
Chains that kept you tied in summers and rains,
In plateaus and plains,
In winters and springs,
Leaving marks on your hands,
With time being lost in the tick of the clock hands.
The way we blended,
They say a good performance should remain unextended,
The way you stayed,
They say even the moon turns red.
You revered the orb,
Orb chasing you and me,
Orb checking on at crucial times,
A selenophile,
You kept emphasising how it makes the darkest night shine,
I kept pointing out Ebon nights,
You kept elaborating on its light,
I kept arguing how it's not her own divine light.
How it borrows from the sun,
and is a mere macro satellite.
Though I love how those floating specters,
Keeping wandering so effortlessly, so freely,
Alone yet congruous,
Kindred yet idiosyncratic.
Just like those eyes,
Just like my beloved pearls floating every night,
Just like those white lies,
Just like how being left out was the only way out, right?
It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Eyes, eyes which made this dead soul alive,
Eyes, eyes which made this cheap single page into something without price,
Eyes, eyes that changed hell into paradise,
Eyes, eyes which made this insomniac work clockwise,
Eyes, eyes which made this "batman" and those nights sacrifice.
With no ifs and Why's,
I was on my way to survive,
But those two silent sonnets from heaven made me alive.
It's been quite long,
quite long since I told you those silly lies,
quite long since we practised those high-fies,
quite long since we wandered in the city during lonely nights,
quite long since you had flash on me and I said I hate lights,
quite long since we lost those wishing flights,
quite long since we flee that wishing kites.
I miss those times,
And
I am sure you miss those times too.
Moreover,
I miss you,
Day and night,
In dark and light,
In solace and delight,
In flashback and foresight,
And I feel you,
And I feel closer,
When I write...
When I pick up the pen,
It's for you,
When I bleed it on the page,
It's to you.
From my side,
To your side,
Afterall.....
Afterall.......
Graves don't reply......
~ ShyFi
❤️@heartzzss❤️
