Clinging to my shoulders
she whispered she ain’t fine.
Her heart felt like burning fire
that set my thoughts a point higher.
For she always kept secluded
her plights so no others ponder.
Emptying her mind out
sounded like travelling to moon.
But her sudden convulsions
murmured some words in ire.
I gasped the edge of her torment
barely understanding those feeble noises.
I took her closer to my sternum
to let her hear my beats say
“DARLING, I’LL PUT EVERYTHING IN ORDER”
Out flew those crafty words,
as a bee searching its sweet drink.
And it seemed to make no return,
unless fostered some nominal pangs.
It slithered away as a snake,
intending to maim, sting and devastate.
The soul of a tranquil man,
with unending agony and ache.
So beware before you enounce,
for you reap for the words once uttered.
Even a hundred years after,
its blemish would be left unfaded.
I too have certain dreams
quite a lot more than them,
And I’ll toil till it earn wings
to hover much closer blue skies.
I’ll make friends with the winds
not to recast my routes,
At times of rains and storms
to hold me steadfast to my track.
No matter how rapid I fall
everything I’ll redo like a light quill,
As if searching new heights
with a lot more passionate will.
My dream would remain inseparable
from all of me and my soul,
Until you hear my last gasps
to settle my body to dust.