Awakening the dead

 Awakening the dead ..

Passing through the divine eyes of gentle shimmers,

I clasped his hand and looked through those eyes .

That has been mistreated through all their past life,

Slamming the doors of dusty hearts and good intentions in cratle truths with the woven lies being put aside...

Vulnerable demons never dies  the death of their dear ones,

But they put on the fairy frame to make the night glow dim in light...

In the painted picture of me with you,

I tried to burn the line trying to align my hands with yours in the happy smiles of damaged me with indifferent you.

How can someone aid the advocacy over the diplomacy ,

Where diplomats starts entering the feeling into failure ,turn by turn...

But how can I keep my mouth shut?

When my mind keeps on questing out our existence of love tunnel in a castle of caged envelope?

Is that supposed to be the reality?

That we all accepted ,with our infidelities.

Is that support to be the truth about you and me,

That I never wanna accept, but we all did it in the end of eternity...

But (still) I do search about you in my sleepless nights,

I (still) search about my broken piece that you took away with yourself.

I (still) search about the delusional love,

That changed my golden fairy tale into the misconception of mythology ,

That ended in tragedy.

But still I don't know,

If it had really ended.

Cause Somedays, I dream about you in real,

And when I wake up, I try to look for you,across my bed And through my burials.

But then it strikes to me again and again,

That you were long gone.

Even when we both were together,

I was standing all alone.

Trying to hold on something,

That was meant to collapse into grief of mine. 

Trying to get hold on to something,

That was never so into me, that could wait to become all mine.

He has to go,

And now he has gone, long back,

But I still search for him, 

In my vivid dreams .

where he comes to reciprocate that kind of love,

That never existed to lurk the memory of our unmatched opinions with untamed gestures of being so unloved.

 But .....

As the dead dies so many deaths,

Before reaching the funeral wrapped in the  shimmering shroud .

Similarly...

The lover dies even before being dead,

When her lover chooses indifference over love to resolute the contradictions of life thread.

So who could bury me in the grave of ulitarium great?

When my lover has chose to leave me on my own fate.

Who can make me feel so unloved,

When my lover has gifted me nothing rather than indifference wrapped in the cardigan of insults with hurts.

Who can?

Give me and cancel my apologies of pain pleasing my heart,

 when I already knew from the start .

That this is what it's gonna be in the deadly end,

When you try to awaken the dead,

Nothing paves to step...

My lover was so casually cruel to me,

That I never realised.

That our love has dismantled in myriad bits of disdain,

Cause when love leaves ,

Nothing in this world can entertain your pain.

But when she said, 

I was happy with him because I chose to be happy with him,

Not because he was keeping me happy.

I realised , he left me,For her,

Not because I was anywhere wrong,

Just because he chose to be with her over me...

And that's all ...

THAT'S REALLY ALL...

Even if you don't think it is,

Even if you think it's your fault,

But trust me darling,

THAT'S REALLY ALL!

LEEZA SHARMA