Author: poetresque

I know it isn’t fair that you don’t even know yet, what stands behind curtains of non porous net.

And I know I should tell you this ever so scary truth, but you stay far away, and there’s no phone booth.

I call and call, but your phone doesn’t connect, keeping things from you I definitely don’t want to regret.

This has become hide and seek what you and I now play, avoiding the inevitable just to intentionally delay.

This game only got me to wonder, maybe it’s really your turn today, and to this if I shouldnt just surrender.

Cause you seem to have lost yourself in all the other players, yourself gone amiss in a pack of seeming stayers

From my carefully chosen hiding place for you as I look, not finding you leaves me unsurprisingly shook.

What if the game is over and everyone’s gone, and here I’d stoop hiding forgotten in the lawn

Behind the white bench as I crouch and wait, what if you’ve left thinking it’s too late?

As the moon slowly comes out, I begin to feel lonely, abandoned by my own; wilfully.

I try to sneak and see if you were still looking for me, only to find myself alone, while everyone else is nowhere to see.

It’d hurt if I was still expecting to be found, but I wasnt, As I succumbed to sleep right there in the playground.

I knew right there that You, for me wouldn’t come to look, you’ve forgotten me, and for that to sink in, all this while it took.

In the ocean, on a mariner’s Adobe. On a magnificent ship with him she’d want to go.

Even now as she sat in her majestic floral gown, in a cluster free city, with her mouth curved into a sad frown

She visualized her sailor amidst the sea, in overalls o blue and nothing to drink but green tea.

Lost as he seemed to be, she’d choose to be his light, be his star, and to show him the way, burn bright.

Amidst the unending water, she’d wanted to be his rising sun, to east rise and take him towards his Hon.

She tossed and she turned that night and as dawn grew close, she wokeup admist the mist, she had warm feet but cold toes.

And she knew when he’d get back, the opaque glass wall of distance and seperation would crack,

As the days passed slowly, her tears did dry her sailor was near, she no longer needed to cry

Under the heavenly moonlight romantically dim, with the whole world watching, she’d still dance with him.

She’d still dance with him.

In a boring bland summer, it is almost noon, you’ve been gone, with no trace of you since that full moon.

In the silent silence as the clock ticks, distance builds between you like a wall of bricks.

And each night under the twinkling stars, she thinks about you and her itching scars,

Solo as she stands, she thinks you are on the other side of this wall, that you stand alone; helpless in an empty hall.

For you left to her without explaining, as to why her heart was determinedly destined to breaking.

She remembers how imcomplete it felt; the last time you, in your arms let her melt,

Her tender heart full of innocence and loyalty, could probably never figure out yours of plain cruel duplicity.

When her happy life was coloured in varied shades of the rainbow, yours was one in black, predestined for sorrow.

Irreparable, Irreconcilable, irrevocable; her faith in you undoubtedly remains shaking but in place forever.

Till you come home, that heart of her’s shall sadly surrender, to thy memory; thee, her absentee lover.

To thee her absentee lover.

The music was loud that night. And the lights were flickering but bright.

We were hugely surrounded but romantically secluded.

In a club where the music was loud that night, my heart felt light.

We danced at the beats like birds set free, and then drowned shots, one two and three.

Our story was similar to Cinderella’s, it was raining that night and we didnt have umbrellas

As midnight drew closer, we hung on to each other and time stood still, the uneasy loudness indicating the impending peril.

It was right after the clock struck one, the crowd moved, but seemed to move none.

We just stood there, not out bound, appriciating what we had, when there was a deafening striking sound.

Unnecessary panic struck everyone, there was chaos like hell had come undone.

Like satan’s angels, the police flocked in, at the club with the loud music, where everyone seemed prone to sin.

And people moved fast, but could not escape, there was no bypassing hell’s gate

And it had suddenly become an unfortunate doomesday what was originally only a midsummer’s sunday

the music was still loud that night, when the air was suddenly surrounded by fright.

A lonely road, it was dark, Close by there were trees, and a park,

Home was close,yet surprisingly far, there was no fuel in my car

There was a building coloured white, and everywhere around it, it was quite,

There were dogs barking at a distance, proud and threatening in announcing their existence,

It was past 10 at night, the eeriness made my soul shiver in fright,

And suddenly, there was a shudder in the bushes nearby, and a terrific thundering in the sky,

I waited in anticipation, waiting for a beast to come for my distruction,

It all went silent for what felt like eternity, an uncomfortable calm disturbing my sanity,

Suddenly out came a rushing pig, and a dozen piglets, from behind the ridge,

What was I to think? Me, who’s heart did majorly shrink?

I looked up, my eyes landed on the building with the ghostly ghastly shadows of the trees surrounding,

The wind moved the trees, with it the shadows did dance, and suddenly took a deadly cold stance

I felt like I was a survivor of the devilish night, when I heard the nearing roar of a triumphing bike.