The shine left behind…

The moments flow, o’ millions though,
Damn, they count, they whirl around the memory lane in an endless go
The rebel within the heart roars;
Because the wounds know it hurts more
When there’s none to hold onto
Just an empty road in a crowded shore;
Droplets of despair throughout the night
The ocean of unrest show the calmer side
Pretend to be all right;
The long lost glances, the creepy stares
Words unspoken, still they flare
I see the tears in the rain
The chronicles of utter pain
Screaming with a smile sometimes in a while
Along the lingering shadows of time, soon loses its way when oblivion strikes;
But, hey, look at the sides,
It is the shine
beaming on the ruined terrain
A criss cross of light through the hazy pane
The shine that’s left behind;
Yearning to feed love again?
Oh yes, yet again!
