The night smothered you,
With the smoke that rose above,
The burnt remains
Of your tender heart.

Now…
Now, your lungs ache,
Your guts lie,
Tied in knots,
Churning,
Wringing your life out of you.

Coiled like a foetus,
Drenched in tears,
Is that you?
Who carved these scars
Deep… in the tenders of your skin.
Is that a memoir
To your unworthy sin?

Pulling your hair,
Clenching your jaw,
Is that you?
Who strangled that beauty,
Over the rotting remains,
Of the fantasy of a paradise?

I know…
I know my friend,
You’ve waited for the dawn…
Like the staunch nightingale,
Waits for the last of the amber,
To fade away.

Don’t you fall prey,
To your bouts of fear!
Don’t you dare concede,
To the taunts,
Blurted by the deadly demons,
Of your crippling anxiety…!

For…
The dawn mustn’t shine
On your grave….

It was a dark and lonely night.

The sky would have been a vision to behold with all the lovely stars, and a bright full moon…. if…. only if, it wasn’t bequeathed with an awning of heavy storm-ridden clouds.

The air was taught… It prophesied a demonic storm.

There I was, beside the lake… kneeling down.

My arm bled…body covered in scars and bruises.

My hand, pressed against my chest as I gasped for breathe.

My eyes squinted as the pain rendered me numb and senseless.

Everything seemed like a blur.

In front of me, my sword had lain for years, waiting for me…. desperate for victory.

It was a blade of Honor, it shone with brilliance, a luster like no other…. except, now, its shine was a gleam of crimson…for…it was now drenched in blood.

I gathered my strength. My body lost its power, but …. I couldn’t have lost my desire to conquer.

I stood up… Limping….my legs quivered.

My hands clinched around the hilt of the blade.

I swayed it, in all the ways known to my kind…. like a sloshed fool … hoping to kill my rival, once and for all.

But…alas, the knights of obscure wisdom shouldn’t dream the dreams of their reign.

Another sword came flashing, piercing through the air. The assailant aimed at my calf and knocked me down.

I was lying there… helpless… grunting curses at the silhouette of my enemy.

Suddenly, the clouds withdrew their rebellion.

The Moon enlightened the world… revealing the face of my opponent.

It was me.

I hated myself.

 

Left in the storm…

When I walked through….

I have been running along these withering walls for what seems like an eternity. The walls are old; their paint falling off at places, baring the tired bricks which must have held this structure for years. Rugged and faded portraits grace them like a fatigued smile, hiding the melancholy of a broken heart. The lights on the ceiling flicker as I pace through this abandoned alley; my lungs ache from all the running as I make my way through the ruins of my present!

The path ahead seems like a far-fetched dream. No withering walls, no saddened paintings; only angelic lights. What lies ahead, seems like an ethereal aisle, a walk down which must lead you to heavens; the epiphany of happiness!

Every now and then, I try to catch a glimpse of what follows me….and I find myself staring down the eyes of darkness, sheer darkness, engulfing the foyer and its carcass. Brisk steps give way to long leaps as I think about the roads of regret which I left behind.

I am running because I have been there before, beyond the dark wall, fallen for the trickery of the past; spent days thinking about “What would have been…” and “What would have not…”!

I have been running along these withering walls for what seems like an eternity but….

I never reached that light, the past never stopped following me and I never escaped the ruins of my present!