“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
How do I unfold the disparate worlds we live in?
Did we fare this cruise of dreams to drift away?
I am a forlorn lover oaring this ocean.
Oh! How bitter the tidal waves in the melee?
I am a spurned bird singing inside the cave,
Notes that scare me of my own desolate echo,
You have left me alone to deprave.
Ego that haunts me, why wouldn’t you let go?
Like the stranded cloud, I saunter into a realm,
Struggling to untangle the relationship so intricate,
Have you ever listened to me whelm?
Or solely to understand and vindicate.
Our lives of vows and promises seems shattered,
You heaved your pompous self into a shell,
Little coffin of love lies in my heart that is battered.
How could I love you, when you do not allow me to, but quell?
Should I bloom each day indebted to this pain?
A pensive mood whispers “an amateur poet is born”.
Sharp pangs of query from the core of my own fetter
Do you really believe “You deserve better?”
