The Night Halt
Finally...a roof to compliment the four walls
Not too tender a place....but rest I must
The formality of the space...disturbing me
An infinite passage... a chance halt
A candle flickers to life as the shadows leap to the wall.
Tired and weary I gaze at the one in the mirror.
The shoulders crave for peace..
for...the load had been too arduous for the heart
The colour of the sack..faded and repetitive
Some beads missing....a few voids to sew
A bagful of time...a bagful of remains
They had been...my riches..my wealth for life
The pieces of existence....which kept me transient
A broken bottle of feelings
A crackep cup of joy
Few breathless strings of relationships
A picture stained in love
A scarf fragrant with tears
Coins from the land of fairies
Masks tainted in laughter
And sparkling dust of dreams!
As the morning advanced naturally
I rooted my decision to reality
I left them all, sleeping by the table
In the cover of the stars it was a pensive walk
I felt the piercing loneliness
but the freedom was perfumed too
A little lighter... I furthered my flight
No baggage to remind me of you.....
Non to remind me of me
Just me...by my side
In quest of a new dawn...! ! ! !