Horizons
I reach out
I strive within
I simmer and simmer
And find hearts leaden
But steps don't falter
And breaths come ragged
Muscles cry out
And legs give way
Wings I yearn for
Things I yearn for
A little bliss truly
But something lucid
To keep me so
So I stand up
Head held high
And find myself a bit short
Of the cry
But another step rises
From beneath to forward
Another step begins from death
To a new one
Sand turns blood red
Fire seeps in
And fire burns from within
Air still brushes
Forcing tears
To my eyes
But weren't they already there?
Weren't they all known?
All it began with the simple touch
Of cold steel
Upon bone
The slightest kiss
The least sigh
And I found myself
In the embrace
Of a lie
My eyes watered
My soul shrieked out
My voice deadend
And I found myself
Reaching out
For just the simple touch
Of your skin
For just the simple word
From your within
And nothing fell on my ears
Nothing touched my fingers
For nothing still remained
The embrace gone
And struggling to stand
Struggling, struggling ,struggling
And then I found some feeling
Unto my scarred soul
For some reckoning
In the heart of stone
And so I took a step
And another once again
For I never wanted the back
Which was turnwd
And I still tread
Trying to thaw the stone
Still tread
Trying to feel once more
And then I glimpse you again
Laughing. Laughing!
Oh! All hell must break loose
Devils must rise
And heavens open
To cast this wretch
In to worst fate ever
Still he embraces another
And never a look to me
Still he caresses another
And no word to me.
Stone burns bright
Soul once cries
But now they are a habit
And habits die hard
Quenching anger with will
And taking another step forward
Oh! How the air smells
How the earth crunches
How the melody dances
In my heart.
For its not your anymore
Mine. MIne. And only MINE!
Copyright © Tushar Yadav | Year Posted 2019
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