#athira501

The days keep getting longer

A sanctuary that ain't familiar

Razing, towards a dream that ain't mine

'Travesty that true ignorance begets',

they're fast to judge the soul

Move, scurry around and wait

For the voyage ends at a vantage.

Rest no more for one must win

The fight that seems endless

The world is hushed again

Heart is ablaze but not with passion,

Tired yet yearning for victory

Waiting at a desolate station

For a train that'll never approach

And a journey that'll never embark.

As anxiety fills up the blemished body,

You chose to shrug off the voice. Nevertheless,you hope it'll never cease to exist.Another forsythia awaiting your timely return.Somewhere far.The place where you will indefinitely choose to listen.

That Sunday evening, you took a stroll by the sea side holding his hands. Even the sky looked happy. Everything told you he was the one. He is not your first love, but your heart never felt this way before. But, later that fall, he toasted wine one last time and left, wishing you happiness. You couldn't complain. The sky that witnessed your beginnings had transformed hues too.

You realise, it's love because it changes. You could meet him only because of this. You thank the variable and toast to yourself.