Long lost balance of life, when shimmering lights started fading,
Monologues written just for recital became a long pause breaking,
Too easily impressed by the passionate earnest glances,
Stood to loose the ground in which the very standing lost chances.
Restless nights saw the burned smoke of the charred chest,
Longing for those sweet shores of frothy waves at its best,
The fog and the smoke made a pact of hiding the truth,
Pitted against the silence of the walls crushing it smooth.
The muttering winds whispered in the ears of the still air,
Of Things which were not of any relevance and refused to cure,
The blue sky turned quickly into Ash and grey, cloudy and moody,
Far away it burned when the sky wreathed fire and ice making one drowsy.
Endless wander among the thorns makes one bleed,
The stars turn into mere shadows with the passing time and deed,
Unseen by any, tears trickled down the wind caressed cheek,
The terrible bareness of the soul made the heart heavy and meek.
The wind cried loud in ghusts along the shore they walked,
Arm in arm leisurely along the frothy waves they simply talked,
The sand and time stood still when the arms were wrapped around,
For it was a moment freezed and etched in the memory embalmed and enwound.