forgery :|

I’ve longed for you from the day we parted (when you were here,  longed for other people.) it was a Herculean blunder that I made. (I must have built the Titanic in my previous life) You are gone but your smell still lingers like a dark shadow (No axe affected.) Without you I am all alone in this gloomy and lackadaisical world. (Emo kids should be left there to rot anyway)

Adrenalin conceives the desire to find you again. (But what if I have a hormonal problem?) Preconception and despondency is entwined but then it was you who taught me to be a realist. Your love made me sink into feeling that this was incessant. And now that you are gone, you have taken with you my hopes and dreams, leaving behind only those that appear as illusions in the darkest of hours (Too much influenced by Shehnaz Hussein.)

Trying to make a come-back to life, I fail deplorably as each attempt reminds me of my failure and the loss it entailed. (No, I am not Dev Anand.) I stagger back to the past that didn’t have you, though such a past was long gone by. Each moment spent in the pitchy hours of the eyes see your countenance. (In sheer daylight, I can see the faces of better beings.)

The maniac sun sets on my injured soul. You and I are like the luminaries in the cosmos. But I am the dying star while you are gathering your flames to shine for aeons. Candidly I had endowed to you my blistering amour of life, and you had robbed me of it invidiously. (And since then your dad had to pay high electricity bills).

But what’s lost is lost. Us mortals have to face the aftereffects of what we do (Politicians are immortal). As I confront the future each day, the yarn of the past pulls me back. And I remain as an unadorned moppet to the cords of your memory. (Being John Malkovich.)

Thought that a heart-break post would add star quality to my blog. But actually you never broke my heart.  Hence the disaster  (And I am a birdbrainmoron. I can’t even fake pseudo-intellectualism  )