Bring me back again..
To write of pain, is pleasure.
Burry the sorrow of yours, in some words.
Collecting the pieces of all that was broken,
To look at the empty spaces in myself,
Which silences my soul.
They say that this pain would settle down in a while,
But they hide something when they say it;
That it will be contained within yourself,
For a long, long time.
Under the blue arteries and pink veins and human flesh will smell,
It will haunt you in your dreams,
It will remind you about your lost dignity;
It may remind you of the cold iron rods which stood between us, that night.
Along with the silence.
The failures, the cryings, the pleadings, everything will be your reminders,
Of a past that has been a cocktail of bad memories.
Happiness will not be guaranteed.
But then again, we would talk of hope.
We would smile like I did.
Amidst all the craps and chaos.
Yes the same smile that has been stitching my bruises
And hiding my pain.
I would happily hold your hand again,
And walk with a heart that has been slaughtered a million times.
Let me tell you, that life is slow now.
The flames are cold.
My heart is a dusty window which overlooks,
The burnt out end of its wings.
Well, just one more confession,
The world beats me down;
And i hope you would be back as same,
Not to take any revenge,
But to bring me to life again!