All I know now that your smile isn't mine and will never be.
And I was fooled by the temporary moonlight in this that the moon itself belonged to me.
You were always someone's but not mine,
but anyway, I sipped your presence as if it were a heavenly wine.
What good did I do to me?
Nothing, just consoled myself through poetry and lies,
Why by myself I shouldn't be despised?
I knew someday I'll do nothing but rue,
but if I was wrong, you were also not right too.
I want to destroy that only fragment of hope remaining,
you know I've still got that tender heart, to be frozen, you know I'm feigning.
I'm at peace to know that there wasn't any deception or blemish in my heart,
what I did wrong was imagining a beautiful end when I knew already there wasn't an end nor any start.
This one is a short composition and to achieve what should I have it extended? ,
It is a little sorrow and frustation together blended.


© Swarnim Anand