Begin Again

Silly heart,why didn’t you take notes when i said he was just another wretchedness waiting to nip you?

That he was just another catastrophe laded like a fantasy.

Couldn’t you stanchly brace yourself from the pain of knowing him?

The way he made you feel the beauty you longed to be.

Oh heart, why did you get keyed up beyond measure to endure what you had warily gated long back?

Mustn’t you had the nerve to muster your wayward thoughts that welled nothing but love

Perhaps you wouldn’t have reckoned heartbreaks as an undervalued conviction.

But hush darling! Don’t you hear my lifeless heart reeking in pain?

Still calling out your name as its greatest hello and saddest goodbye.

Off the dust honey,can’t we begin a beginning ?

Can’t we begin again like we have seen the Sun rise afar the darkest hour?

Can’t we begin again like we are the sole stars that shine bright above in the sky?

Can’t we begin again like we are the bearing of an ocean that never gets drained of kissing the sand?

Can’t we begin again like we are nothing but strangers presaging love?

Can’t we begin again like we are art that are hung on vaulted walls epitomized for its splendor?

 Can’t we begin again like we are atoms scheming the gist of life,vocalizing love from warped wits?

Can’t we begin again like we are sanity and lunacy wrapped into one fine speck of wonder?

Can’t we begin again like we are life and death kissed into need,unhurried?

Can’t we begin again like we are admissions of guilt never meaning to be told again?

 Oh darling, can’t we begin a beginning like we saw the saw the end of us?

 

Away

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Beneath the stars that coupled against the faintness

She lay unmoving against the frail grass.

Her heart reeking with unscathed tenderness

Her own say, that fell weakly against the fall of the day

Helpless she lay, her pastel skin stinging from the dent

Oh darling, do you still in vain search for the girl she used to be?

But how that your own wicked thoughts fail you!

She has packed her gear and left

Mislaid to a land where seasons aren’t often

A land that doesn’t trade lie for truth

She has indeed turned your deceit into poetry

So hush your wiliness for once in your life

For you’ve been presaged with a word of warning;

So forceful that beauty trembles and strength cowers

The one that can smolder you black with its silhouette

That can yet lace down with the articulacy of saline tears

The skin she wears maybe of calm but behold!

She would forge the spiraling hell fire before she let herself perish again

The next time you try to mute her down with your bitter twisted lies

Oh darling, it won’t be the tears that you would see

It would be fire. Fire would be it!

Chaste and most prevailing in form