The Fantasy World We Created

Sometimes I feel broken down into fragments,
future that cannot mend.
I feel myself slipping into a dark void,
into an abyss yesterday created.

I am all grown up now, and mysteries
unravel in the face of reality.
What seemed doomed has gained life,
and buried mistakes have taken a toll on me—
a hard revenge against what we created.

What our hands created—a thing we called ours,
because we partook in making it—
a co-creation that became
a gazette desert of nightmares and hallucinations,
things of a demonic fantasy world.

I now dream of spring fields,
summer chaos,
the ninth of July,
and all we meant when we said we loved each other—
which was all a lie.

I still imagine how you’d knot my tie,
or prepare an apple pie for breakfast.
How we joked we’d die if we weren’t together,
how you’d cry on your bed at night
because I couldn’t be there to cuddle you till morning.
And yet, you hoped everything would be alright.

I was too frail, lost in daydreams,
too blinded by your love.
Your beautiful eyes made me a puppet
when you stared into my soul.
I felt magic all over me.
I felt love.
I got lost in your world of fantasy—
where you held me frozen with your angelic touch,
the melody on your sweet lips.

How could I not see?
How could I fail to see the world through an angle of sanity?
How could I not realize that all was vanity?
The world we created was never meant to be.

How could I not hear
the reverse of the songs we danced to,
the betrayal behind the kiss in the rain?
How could I not realize
we were just living in a fantasy world we created

Memories Of You

today I sat lonely on the mat

our old ragged place

where we learnt to love

and never let go

where our beautiful souls

learnt to embrace

the eternity of love

the thing we called ours

on this torn mat

facing the beach, —

the sand ourfeet used to know

pictures of you stillroam

ravaging my thoughts.

Here on this mat

our souls learnt to make

stronger promises

So did our eyes —

learnt to deny what we say

our ears deaf to the core

and our hearts learnt to betray

Oh! Dear these memories

all the stories we wrote together

consume every bit of the fragments

of my broken heart

these memories of you

lingering my scar-full heart.

Do You Wander Enough?

Do you ever wander—

about how love destroys us,

eats us from the inside,

leaving us numb to the core?

Our eyes still see the light,

the sparks that dance in the moon

and her silver-lit stars,

but not in the eyes we once sat by the shore

and admired in deep silent wonder.

Our hollow noses catch the scent

carried by the restless wind,

but not the fragrance of clothes we once wore,

were hugs painted the essence

of our bonded souls.

Do you ever wander—

how love steals our thoughts,

conquers our hearts,

and builds within them

a home of fleeting joy?

How it robs us of our tears,

our fears,

and those we hold most dear?

Do you ever wander?