Far is she
She lived arcane
Acquainted with none but you
And if somehow, you
slept tranquilly
And if somehow, you
forgot about ineffability
Of the epistemology of her
Can surmise to the lie
She chose to die
And if somehow by any chance
You feel like an oblivion
be obliged to pass through the street
she stepped upon
a million little times
And mentioned about you
in her golden notebook
be obliged to go through the pages
messed up! Those now are
to pave the path to disclosure
The dialect or her own fabrication?
be it any term
No existence of obstruction
Can surmise to the truth
She's no more, gone are the days of her youth
The death or the divulgence?
be it any term
Take the sunflower's inflorescence
if somehow by any chance
You lead your way to her grave
Just ahead of the street
Turn out the remorse there's nothing you failed to gave
knock back the tears that could fall by chance
As they are going to descend from those eyes
bearing the ocean with no more lies
but, now, to her, it would do no nice
Cause she lived arcane, was never suffice
Those tears would worsen it all
Resent turning them down
From the pupil chocolate brown
which deserves a crown
for their ability to make everyone drown
She lived unknown, known died she!
Those pages saying it all
She cried alone, alone cried she!
The smell displaying the fall
Lived the dust, those pupils, pupils yet shone
Longing for you, are you answering the call?
When you went through the pages
Ruined up! Those now are
The fresh sunflower's inflorescence
She liked them, responds the rhythm
Rhythm from violin or was it from guitar?
Meeker became words, she's now far
Died she sublime, now she's a scar
Died she apt, now she's bizarre
Died she yours, BUT, now she's a star
Copyright © Ziva Vaidya | Year Posted 2024
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