A cup of tea; lying half dead on the table decorated with white fairy candles
and the other Cup with broken handles
A cup of tea with flowing tea seeping out, dripping out, turning the floor Brown and sweet
some broken glasses of wine on the floor
This was the last night of their meet.
Some candels melted and some blown off, some still glimering with hope and some fell down exhausted.
In the miserable condition
The two cups of teas of those couple
Who have walked away
One with rage and the other with tears
Just some minutes ago; they were the ones who had a cheers.
Just beside the legs of the chair; is
a crumbled devorce paper and a half torn letter of love; written "Happy 5th anniversary dear"
In the messed up room
There is a frame of two married fellows
One bride and a groom.
Across the floor are the spots of faint walking sandels and hurried shoes
Of those who walked away
Of those twos
The misery of the room
Tells a lot about broken love
Tells a lot how the life swifts in seconds
Some hours later....
In the snow appears a feeble figure out the door.
Slowly approaching the broken home
Weeping in the snowy white night;
Oh she’s that bride!
She comes and slams the door off
And began ruining the decor
Just like her life did to her;
Sobbing, holding all her breath
Staring that beautiful fake frame the life gifted her.
She has no shoulder to cry except the darkness.
Her makeup flowing off along her tears
As if they were suppressed for years.
And the god does a magic
One of the candle that had a glimmer of hope;
fell on the love letter
And burnt it into ashes
Telling her..
"Don't live in illusion
Sometimes you love the wrong person
Stop melting my dear
Stop ruining yourself in flames of wrong love;
Blow off your hope like me
And let him go like ashes in the air!"
