Few steps ahead, marking the years of being in love,
On the contradiction, a price has to be paid for that,
A journeyed passage called life by a worn out soul,
Not denying the existence of love, but seeking for peace,
Being passive in reality with desires suppressed,
Only for the fact of hurting not your true love,
Love, isn’t it full of bright colors?
If yes, why mine only has shades of grays and whites?
As if colors have lost their potency to luster, again.
My love was garnished with diamonds and gems,
Fake it was, nothing was real,
My words were tight but hers diluted with lies and secrecies,
Years of unresolved questions,
Answers weren’t a necessity to keep things going for I did set the boundaries,
Each day, she was enveloped with layers of absolute lies,
I let it go for not wanting to trigger another drama,
Each bit of my heart, flesh and blood begged for her to understand,
She failed, unquestionably for her mentality was blurred with misconceptions,
Love made no sense to her!
I call love an art,
I painted beautiful lines with colors,
All she did was to overlap my lines with smudges,
Expansive it was because it took my entire life,
Expansive it was because I forgot how to breathe,
Expansive it was because I never really recovered,
Expansive it was for I really LOVED her!
23rd of February 2009
