At a snap!
A snap accompanied by immense sorrow
A snap too fast for pleads
A snap that shatters human life
Tears, wailing and sobbing
All become your escort
Life is a rose of many thongs
One minute you are happy
The next you are bawling
History is your smiley face
Wrinkles becomes evident
At a snap!
I stood gazing and staring
What it was I couldn’t really say
His back towards me chatting
Oblivious of my presence
Relating to everyone except me
Polished in speech and appearance
An aura like no other
Took me by surprise and I kept the gaze
“My name is…” I tried to say
Before my speech came his answer
Fed my eyes with his sight
I knew this feeling
But I was ready to give it a chance
Though short lived,
I was ready to enjoy it momentarily
It had to mean something
Then again I walked close
“Would you need anything” I asked
“No thank you “he answered
Brief and without emotions
I stood lame and uneasy
My beauty was not enough
My usual charm failed
His thoughts spinning in my head
My crush was crushed
As his half emerged
My thoughts drenched me in iced water
And I was saddled with defeat
My act was over
Moving on was intricate
Shook off my loss
Like sand on the back of our dog
The morning is bright but sad
Issues in my mind are trivialized
I will not be gloomy
This hurt is not for real
But I suffer from the pain as
Though my heart is been torn apart
There should be a place of consolation
For people such as this
A place where they can go and let it all out
I say “I will never trust again”
I say “I will never love again”
But is that really the cure?
Is hurt and pain the definition of life?
Is this reality?
Is this Life?
Do people always change?
Does it get better?
It has to get better!
This darkness has to be illuminated!
History says love is a beautiful thing
Reality says it’s just a place of hurt
I was happy before the experience
I was living before the pain
Where do broken hearts go?
Where do their hearts get healed?
Hope of a better tomorrow
Lies in the pit of my stomach
To say it may hinder the reality
Pounded by ache and sores
Fantasies sealed and locked away