Promises that were once to be, were broken upon a quivering leaf
Unsheathed the lover, awakened in turmoil
Upon the beloved’s kisses sleeps.
Rescind the bond; the solitary longings.
Brimmed visionaries, slumber keeps.
The past does not exist
We keep existing
Capture it in moments
To lay down
The future for posterity
Pictures and videos
Posts and calls
We save it all.
To resuscitate the past.
For wars were fought, for loves were lost; For fear ensconced
In the meaningless.
For the existentialist angst and the upcoming explanation.
We summon the past our alibi that lasts;
Again withdrawn in that self subsuming cocoon, again wishing to break free?
How to resuscitate through this ?
What a wonderful spree!
No one knows,
Of that fragrant thorny rose,
Whose spikes are still intact.
No lover gave his beloved one of those;
Still it smells so sweet.