Roaring skies cry velvet drops
On loud nasty hearsays;
A crystalline silence smothers all hopes.
I have been a flicker of autumn days.
A stretching life of stinging grey,
So dull, so bound and proud,
Just lazily lusting over a way
To make a real ruthless sound.
An aimless soul, a cracked shell,
My purpose keeps seeping away.
I fear, I hear the chinese bell
Ticking closer the end of my stay.
Ebony clouds brought back the whisper
Of timeless wisdom shrouded in fog,
Its silvery breath tangles and withers,
And then I am nothing but a loosened cog.
A random meeting under fading blues
Lit up all stars, and moons, and suns.
Thus slowly burnt I had to choose
The heavenly pain over silent guns.
Scarlet secrets, pitch black truths,
Every single prayer is learnt anew.
If my whole and yours shall never fuse,
I will forever remain a broken piece of you.