My days and my nights, turned gloomy
No longer vary in sight..
Tears and sorrows surpassed my skies,
Much above the earth's height.


Left alone with none to care,
I felt lost in the dreary sands.
My very own heart;charged me the fare,
To that abode which seemed to be the lands.


Knowing not;I was back at that desolate place,where I had first set my eyes on her.
Deep down I knew I began liking her face that turned the fake, innocent.

Reminiscing the past wasn't an easy task.
A tornado of thoughts I say.
For, forgetting them was the only thing I asked,
at that state of despondency.


I knew I was back at that instant where time was still and supreme.
That desolate place was where I found her and lost her too...
That desolate place was where we laughed together but only I cried alone.


That was indeed a site to see
where love was the only key,
To commence the blooming of two enigmatic blossoms.
For their lives for eternity,
was to be awesome.


Reveries don't work,only seem like an authentic play.
Hopes were down the ladder.
Everything seemed eminent then.


At that fervent moment, I felt the
odious scenario flip,
into the same old blossoms that the
bees were sure to sip.


Not far, I could see her again;
the very same form,with a pale face.
A bit more shy than usual.
Her pale skin lit me again.


It wasn't regression, but a sense of gratitude on her face.
It wasn't melancholia, but a melodramatic phase.


My days and my nights ,turned back
with their melange, which were for sure;
as far as I knew, to meld.
This was , for certainity a romantic change.



This is not just my predicament
but a situation across whole of humanity.
Past never leaves you until you have left for future.
And the genuine reason being 'SOME LOVE STORIES CAN NEVER END' coz love can never be a bitter emotion


~Sakchi Sahu