Blithe carefulness

Since the dawn the rays beaming and yelling,
Epiphanies of the kind-cruel world,
How the flower that bloomed was crushed !
How the periwinkle was uprooted !
The… the sparrows were poisoned and killed,
The… the earthen pot was shattered ,
The sweetest water that I sipped
Spilled and castigated on ground.
Splash…splash…splash…

The bitter-sweet angelic wolfy smile ,
Won over the smile that was lost since epoch,
And the facade of magnificent glitz won,
That’s how it heralded me,
‘beware of the pricks’.
But I tread it was such a pleasurable pain.
It’s all in the parchment of the time.
Alas! They are dissolved and lost.
Forgotten on the footprints on time.
I kept longing for the time where
The tryst with the poetry will be sublime.
Alas, it broke nonchalantly.
And bleed profusely in murk of the fog.

You are like a mirage,
Your apparition embedded in my poetry.
And memories like dew drops on grass,
Wishes are the warmth in my shivering night.
The dagger in my chest won again ,
“Et tu”, I said and collapsed on my grave.
I died again before the death would seize my breath.
And when you turn back,
Please take my blood stained shirt.
As a memoir that world wins in this world.
©Aquib