I Wait For You Death

As you grow, happy moments shrink, At some day, skin aches when you smile, These are just ordinary lines, or Maybe just exaggerated tales, ‘D thought so but no fraction of idea, It could be real, as real as you dwell in it, Just like another story, How a freckled face glance down, Why arched brows are falling down, The crow lines of eyes say it, When it aches to smile, Wearing it which was disowned years back Don’t spell or stare or nod, May face lays as in absence of suspicion Knot of rope around my neck, What changed or happened, Somebody sprinkled dust on freshly painted canvas, That Blush of youth _with self-indulged soul, Beauty reflected in the eyes wide open, Then agonizing hand interfered, So made me wore this, The face you don’t look at. I have told enough, misery loses its grief, If explained to satisfy that deaf ear, Let it prevail, the dust, Let me blacken myself in the stained canvas, For that is what meant, and so, Let this veiled face pray, in the shadow, For the last breath, not for shrine, Lived in mundanely and so did suffer, Shall die in that ordinariness too, If life asked you about my tiredness, Don’t blame a name but a cure, Which is desperately awaited, let her know.