My Eyes Still Burn !!!

                                                                (artwork by Jack Vettriano)



The morning rush, the blaring horns,
Thinking of you has become the norm,
Heart wide awake, scanning the skies,
My eyes still burn in the mist of your lies.

The window opens up the naked road,
Sunlight weighs upon my heavy load,
Smoking the cigar, lips darkened with ash,
I fall down flat in this messy hash.

This dark gown I wear today,
The one you gifted me on my last birthday,
With arms around me you hugged me tight,
Our soft smelling fragrances melting in the night.

You vowed to return, majestic as a lover,
As soon as this war would get over,
I learnt to be patient, I taught myself to wait,
But then, why are you now being just so late?

The enemies defeated, territories regained,
The joy of independence, of pride and fame,
Merry making, it's time to celebrate,
Left as a loner, this is what I hate.

Didn't you return from the war, my love?
Why did you lie to me in our sheltered cove,
You promised to come back in my arms,
Why did you fib in the midst of your other plans?

The tears I suppress, drowning in the flood,
The water won't flow, they are thick as the blood,
And I know you would come back soon,
'cause you have to fulfill the promise of bringing me the moon.

The morning rush, the blaring horns,
Thinking of you has become the norm,
Heart wide awake, scanning the skies,
My eyes still burn in the mist of your lies.



This Poem is written for The Mag.