A story foretold has come unwrit,
Many a woven tale has come undone,
Shattered bangles scar wrists in star shaped crimson bloom,
Reminiscent of the night, when two hearts become one…
Unravelled seams leave heartache abound,
Sob rise, and choke – there is no sound.
Hot molten tears prickle behind eyes burning bright,
The reel plays infront of vacant orbs, the dreams of that one special night…
The drumming suddenly comes to a halt,
Scribbling hands come screechingly standing-still,
A single tear voices the silence that screams into the night,
The ragged breathing of a suffocated spirit, a broken will…
3rd Aug, 08
Late night, sun.