Heat employed in making glass
Has cooled down like the ice.
The warmth of the heart alone
Is long lost as the frozen one cries.
Emotions fueled by the relations
Are all frozen , much like the ice.

The smelting of moments it left
The breakdown was similar to rain.
Search for a moment of peace
Was sacrificed to be , for the sake of a bane.
It's all quiet now not a sound it makes
Still not peaceful but silent again.

Like the furnace , the heart is frozen
The warmth of love left for good.
It's dark but still illuminated,
With the darkness set to elude.
But still the awaited escape,
Is demanded by the change of a mood.

The only hope was the sunshine,
But ironically , the sun had set long agone.
There will be no replacements ,
But time will heal it all they say , it goes on.
If it was possible for the past to be back,
The possibility is , that the warmth would've never been gone.
©tezpallabdas

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