The Wait
Smothering the silhouette of her tears,
Stitching up her decrepit masquerade.
Splattering her smile with the tinge of laughter,
It was all a pretence, behind a heart that had frayed.
With the cacography and the scribbles,
Were the bunch of unsent love letters.
She beheld the dawn replacing the dusk,
While feeling the familiar inhibitions lurk.
Fell for him few falls ago,
The unarticulated talks led her nowhere near him, no.
Her eyes following wherever he goes,
Running low on self control.
The winter with its blunt adze,
Carving crevices and spreading wheltshmez.
With a heart charred as hearth,
Counting on him to illuminate the dark.
Albeit the tulips with their enchanting mellows,
The breeze of the spring in bereavement wallows.
Sans him, she was dancing with our own shadows
As if for years, the rain had not descended upon the meadows.
With the first peek of the summer sun,
Her slacked hopes and dying down screams came undone.
The nightmares became vivid daydreams,
Had become invisible to her only fiend.
Letting go of someone,
Who was never yours is hard.
Howbeit the lingering melancholia,
She was in it, till the end and from the start.
He didn't acknowledge the stranger,
Standing clueless in the foyer of his heart.
Omitting the unrequited love,
For her, was akin to counting all the stars.
Seconds changed to minutes,
Minutes turned to hours.
Her heart lying there bare,
Abraded into bits and shards.
Eyes flicker vermilious and jaded,
Sleep won't help this weariness get faded.
The sound of his name left her mind intoxicated,
Loving him from afar, left her bruised and unaided.
Succumbing to that contagious smile
Robbed her of tears to cry.
The distant memory of those approaching steps,
Left her throat parched and dry.
Guiding her fingers through the contours of his face,
Stroking her cold hands, wishing for them to be interlaced.
The wounds cutting wider,
Reminding her of the absence of his palms on her waist.
The pain rooting deeper when there wasn't ghost of someone's lips on her nape,
Maybe she loved the pain,
Balancing her heart on the edge of razer blade.
Staking her smile for the price of his one gaze,
Gambling her life in dungeon, for the prize of time spent with him under shade.
Maybe she hated that she loved the pain,
Despised those dreams of unlived days of 'em that won't faint.
Jealous of not feeling the same wind that touched his face,
Abhored the moments in which her lips didn't utter his name.
Despite the trickling blood through thorns that gashed,
She didn't mind taking the walk all over again that left her thrashed.
Why? 'cause she loved the pain that had her heart chad.
Why? 'cause she believed in the bleak future that he would love her back.
Knife went twisting her soul,
Slashing it, not once nor twice
When he looked her way and the pain peaked to its infinite toll
As silence was gleaming through his hooded eyes.
Foraging for the warmth, nescient but decisive
Which had never been there this whole time.
Fetish for playing with fire and she knew,
That she was sleeping deeper in the labyrinthine.
Knocking at her door, once again was fall.
Golden strings rushing past the balmy winds 'n all.
Kissing her lips fervently, colouring her pale skin in pastels along
But her shadows were screaming, lone, unloved and forever lost
And there's not a soul who could understand,
Amidst the dearth of hope that could light the unlit lamp.
All she has left are ashes on time's sand,
Lurking silence, consuming her up and she sits there with untangled hands.
How do I know her,
And the unuttered words through silent talks?
Because 'she' is me,
Of whom 'he' knows nothing at all.
And 'she' still smothers the silhouette of 'her' tears,
And tries to stitch up 'her' decrepit masquerade.
Continuing to splatter her smile with a tinge of laughter,
It has all been a pretence, behind a heart that long ago, had frayed.
