Of Love, Reasons & Breakups

Reasons, 

enough of your reasons, love,

its okay if you can't love me.

You don't have to hide behind reasons.

I get it now, its all my fault,

I allowed you to open the vault,

now you don't need my heart to cry,

well, I know you are the supreme being,

you can take it with a pinch of salt.

I can't, its my heart which is breaking here,

and I own it all, its all my fault.

enough of your reasons, love,

its okay if you can't love me.

You don't have to hide behind reasons.

Like a black and white painting,

I hung amid your numerous trophies,

You painted me with various shades of grey,

and called me your one and only masterpiece.

No, I wasn't blind,

Its just that I'd closed my eyes,

You called me your peace of mind,

and I trusted your bag full of lies.

I am still your masterpiece,

the crown to your shinning throne,

its your words which made me,

through you I was born.

I'd tried to repair the hands of time,

trusted the tick-tock of my naive heart,

I never knew it will be a never ending climb,

All I am left with time now is this empty desert.

Its all my fault, I own it all,

What lied within the casing,

I couldn't see with my open eyes,

I am a coward, don't believe in much tongue lashing, 

So here is where I leave you,

its time to say goodbye.

When the mountain will roar its heart out in the open,
flowing like death on the green leaves of time,
melting the golden chains of civilization
to free the exiled earth,

when life will shiver,
its feet trembling to the shrilling laughter of the clouds,
raining down, reducing the dollar dreams to a bag full of bones and mud,

when the icy cold breeze will freeze the last tear of innocence, crystallizing earth's womb forever, turning the world into an endless mirror, putting hope to a long white sleep,

when the sun will unleash his dragon, spitting fire through the night sky, when even the eyes of innocence will be plucked out from the last child, to quench the hunger of mankind,

it will the day when we will realise. But by then the price ll already be paid.

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Find me a home,

a small corner that doesn't weep the slow constant decay of time,

a bed of forest where roots never give up in the face of melting clocks,

a bank where boats doesn't flee the shore when the ocean comes raging,

a piece of leaf, a twig, a creeper that can grow in the concrete walls of uncertainty,

even a dark damp pit ll do, if the stinky staunch can put the traveller to sleep.

You

You are with me,

even when the world blackout, 

consumed by a dark black hole.

even when I am breezing through the cacophony of my concrete reality, I see you in those thousand windows running in the multiplexes of my mind, knitting a sweater for me for the winter to pass.

even when I'm sleeping in the torn pages of my ignominious poetry at night, I find you waiting under my pillow, baring your heart for me to scribble the lost stories of history and time.

even when I'm swimming and sinking in the quagmire of my delusory dreams which I had saved like the coins in the peggybank of time, I can see you throwing a rope at me all the time on the banks of a world which they call illusory.

Now even you have faded, 

weak and wasted like me, 

time has etched all its failures on your naked body, 

so its just you and me now,

now and always.

Till forever betrays.