rumblings on 23rd December

With every passing strand of time,

I find myself at the mercy of the same Gods

I can't reconcile with the truth

that you will love someone else.

I find myself bereft of words

Rhythmic verses have transformed into hollow proses.

My heart bleeds to win your heat

My eardrums strain to hear your voice

My mind conjures images to fool my eyes

To tell me that you are here.

My mind create false hopes

that I create a situation

to hear your thoughts.

This is the last stage of bargaining.

A last prayer telling the Gods

I seek not the lighthouse

but the distant warmth of the rays

to bring a smile to my lips.