I had a pair of beautiful keys to a room when I was a small kid,

Somehow, nobody saw that mystical place, quite like I did. 

You, a traveler, stumbling upon that sublimely deserted place,

seek to take a walk through the lanes of its tarrying trace.

With your dreamy eyes,

look into that colourful eclipse one more time,

there's life ringing in it, like a peacefully echoing chime.  

The phenomenal chase.

In these woods, as a pack of wolves howls tonight,
I seek solace amidst the gray shadows of my fright.

The shrieks of spooky witches hovering around my mind,
slowly stabbing me with the evils I left behind.

Driving through the pangs of this resilient silence, 
fighting through the vices of my smooth conscience,
I realize that,
the deadliest weapons don't always belong to the one who laughs last.
Sometimes, they only encompass jinxed words and condemned memories from the past.

The painfully suffocated screams of spirits buried in mud.
When i look at my hands, they reek of innocent blood.

Sinful and sorry, I join my hands in shame,
crying to myself, seeking for an end to this game.

But if only could digging graves bring them all back to life,
I would burrow them out and retract my acts, put an end to my strife.

My resignation.

When, one day, you'd be sitting alone by a beautiful lake,
think of me as I'd be long gone by then, and cry a little if that'd ache.

Think of the stories we shared and the memories we engraved-
laugh at the laughter whose faint echo now stands saved.

Think of my poems and songs, stories of everything I loved and lost.
Watch the stars overhead and calculate how much those bygone times cost.

Think of me, how I hid my face in your chest and shed the bitterest tears,
clench your fist when you can't stop my voice from reverberating in your ears.


Think of my resignation as you see the sky change its color to a darker blue,
take a walk down the memory lane as you start, one more time, to get mad at me.

Think of everything that was right and how it went all wrong.
Shout at the moon and the stars - because that'd be where I'd then belong.

Two left feet.

 I stood there, waiting in the dark-
Quietly watched you disembark.

Your eyes said a different story,
demarcated by your pride and glory.

A dusty smile blanketed your face,
as you succumbed to an unlocked embrace.

A hundred constellations instantly shattered,
as chaotic shades of heartache spattered.

Words trickling down my misty eyes,
wanting you to drop the disguise,

Your indifference traveled through each hole,
and its pain dug deep through my soul.

The empty street and the peaceful silver,
the truth that isn't and the fearful quiver,

You say you know it all,
yet not ready to let me take the fall.

So, yet again,
we fix everything in sight,
and, two left feet FELT right

Seared love, torrid nullity.

Everything that once existed, withered and became quiet
in the darkness of those four walls and the silence of the night.

She put away the smile that she had borrowed,
and sought solace in the tears that followed. 

A tattered, dusted photograph, the only light she'd see.
A shooting pain emanated at its lapsed guarantee.

Shattered, torn and bruised inside,
She suckled tears as a lonesome child

Blistered by blazes of shame and doused in the puddles of blame,
smothered by emotions as she locked her eyes to the eyes in the frame.

And one more time, it felt right; it felt right to cry a little more,
in the treacherous sea of nothingness, it still looked like a beautiful shore.