Like a shadow

Have I ever loved you?
Will I ever love you?
Do tell weather it was mutual or unrequited
A sweet feeling bound to come and go away
Pilgrimage to blind
Like a symbolism as you said
A vague nebulous in creation an ancient mariner in beginning
Your blood is crimson, so the warmth there pattern contains
I can't control the demon, it's thirst that resides in my veins
Atrocious, malignant and cruel but what other alternatives do I have
How hard is it to wait
The pressure on mind and the burden that heart craves
Hammer constantly strikes and the nail patiently awaits
Was there tolerance in our relation
I'll let the misunderstandings explain
Sometimes I was just but mostly you were unfair
Engraved on the walls of memory
It's only a masquerading past that sustained
Lost the soul in pursuit of happiness
Now all the antonyms run the stage
Answer me my love, why now silent you remain
Do explain that last look in your eyes
Was I always a victim or a gift you gave
Why didn't you resist , why didn't you protest
Why was there sympathy in your azure pupils
Not a god this time, why they reflected a sacrificial lamb
Yes my knife lost the control
Slitting the only heart I adored
Stealing the beat of my life
Periodically harsh yet enchanting in million ways
The echoes I was habitual to
The only music this world played
Numb is my Adobe, come back to life
From beginning we'll start to decorate
A betrayed affair in making, and a wild heart in distant
 
Just like a shadow, maybe or may not be there

 By - Kshitij Sinha
18/5/2017

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  1. Unknown8 July 2017 at 07:17

    Marvelous, the images you have put to prove your inner feelings.Always be ready to face the music of life.The boat you are sailing always passes through ominous silence of sea.The world is full of many faces of a single man.Be alert and use your prudence. Keep it up.

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