The shine left behind…

Nishibonya K.
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

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!

Nishibonya K.

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