The riverside amble in the late of night
The beaten track is an evidence of might
The laughter, the looks and dreams of day
Blew out the candle, wished out of the way
Moments were colorful, painted with love
Or is it a delusion, hallucination and imagination’s show?
Now the blame, the joke and everything is on me
I weep in the dark where there is nothing to see.
May be your kiss was lost in the oblivion.
It wasn’t love, you said. So casually cruel!
I waited as days turned to eons
My love and hope, as stubborn as rocks.
They said love will make you fly, I believed
But why am I stuck in the fiery abyss, not relieved?
Daily prompt: Amble