Kryptonite

I cried for the one
Who never weep
You rested in his arms
And I couldn’t sleep.

He wrote poems on your eyes
He’s the vintner of your lips
While my dry lips hung on rum
Like a broken drowning ship.

Every second seems an era
Needles rusted in my clock
Dreams shattered into shards
Like the tides on the rock.

How clueless are my days
Winds knelling all the night
Your presence was my mithril
But the memories; kryptonite.

I can trade my starlit chandelier
With the nettles on your earth
You smile in bower of his arms
I’ll keep memories of our mirth.

Every time from shooting stars
Your face; I wish to see
I’m a bottled-message somewhere
Drifting across the sea.

Now I think of every girl, just
to block your billowing thoughts
They slit me one by one
I’m a stoic and react cannot.

Mithril- a fictional impenetrable metal
Kryptonite- another fictional metal that makes a super-human (superman, DC) palid.

–yash

(In case if you ever stumble upon my blog; I wish you Hundred suns and hundred moons. I still miss you. I am at the end of my ropes. Even though the probability of yours to see this post or my blog is same as yours coming back or reverting things back as they were once. Anyway, lots of love and prosperity to you.)

Pic: Author’s own