May be the last time

The thorns or the roses, the storm or the chime

when the moon was waning

I wished you sing the rhyme, 

In every sob, in every whine,

I call your name, but may be the last time. 

when the fire in me charred my heart,

despite the love our souls grew apart.

The memories of us, I stared at for long 
Few I torn, few I kept where it belong.

I held one close for it reminds me of the dawn 
What made me happy, what made me mourn.

I learnt the fable that you began,

I travelled the roads all over again,

to chase the lost strength in me,

the ardor, the charm, the grace, the glee.

I found nothing, harder I look,

on every edge on every path we took.

but I found myself feeble and frail,

thinking to myself, singing the tale.

I went on to think and I thought for hours,

The time we spent, was it even ours?

or it was some remnant of your old stories 

Or were you there in want of some glories?

Every time when I close my eyes, 

My heart goes numb and my soul cries

It reminds me of moments when you let me down 

And you stood firm, not a single frown?!

For every scar for every strain, 
I beseeched the heavens for you to gain,
a sight to see the truth in my eyes 
The hues, the tears the warmth and the lies. 

But if it’s too far for you to come
I will pray, for you to succumb
to the pain, to the folly, to the unbound grime.

I wished you sing the rhyme, 

In every sob, in every whine,

I call your name, but may be the last time. 

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