Demure

the star rose to ineffablity,
Shining almost blinding me.
It does blind me almost completely.
Oh, such beautiful that was
As murky mirth convalescing me.

A rose bloomed too in the garden
Of weeds that I have. I saw periwinkle
Daffodils jumping in jocund.
The smell sounded bells in my heart,
As some bounteous beauty .

The one that taught me to smile,
In the gloom of darkness and
Showed me the sun at the dawn ,
Stabbed my heart and kept stabbing
Until it bleeded, bleeded and bleeded.

With my spine broken I crawled,
With my breaths not giving up,
The rose dried in the garden ,
And the star died, vanished
In the black hole of uncertainty.

All those were prodigious falsehood
The memories kept haunting me,
A malignant decimation of all ‘me’.
I travailed carried myself to hault .
And saw your demure waving me.
©Aquib