Co-writer: @MohitChakraborty
Hollow Hopes........The emptiness sears through my veins, after the overwhelming waves of shock. Masses of memories have attacked me and I have done nothing to stop them. A picture leads to another and another. My vision freezes over your dimpled chin, and those shiny eyes. I remember everything that transpired between us in the past year. Every simple glance, to long stares... and the emotions that each fleeting moment held. How could you even think that I wouldn't care? How could you leave everything be, especially now that it's spring, and the flowers could bloom. Why are you letting it pass by so soon? I keep hoping for things to change, for that's all I am clinging onto, the hollow hopes. Deep down I know it is all over this time. You finally did it. Hammered the final nail. Cliche as it may be, the coffin is dripping wet and the storm has arrived. The nails have rusted. It will fall off once and for all. You have ruined me slowly and I let you. The thoughts keep whirling and I keep going back to the beginning. The smell of coffee wafting through the air. The flicker of your eyes reflecting on the long table spoon and our eyes meeting on the glass table cause we couldn't bear to look at each other and yet we did.It was the reflection of what had transpired the year before. It didn't mean much to me then but it did to you. Perhaps this was all your revenge. But I know it couldn't have been all revenge. You kept falling, fleeing from me as if I was the devil. Could you not see I am a mere human. No angel or devil. Or at least I was until you nailed me in and buried me six foot deep. I am still alive somewhere in there unconscious perhaps hoping that you will dig me up before I crawl out from the ground undead. And damned for an eternity.Strong I may become but my heart will always carry the remnants of your touch, the soft hands I held so very often and paraded around the streets.. But this time because you let the final dust settle on me. But you see I am inside. In there unsettled. Suffocated by your thoughts and tortured by your memories. And i will rise from the dead unless u pull me out from the ground. Clinging onto the empty promise that you will dig me up if I am six feet under like I would do for you. Like any friend would do for the other. But, are we even friends? Or was it just a game of charades we played to fool them all? Who are we kidding? We were trying to outrun each other. Outdo each other. I thought you were my partner in crime. But you ended up being the deceiving mastermind or am I imagining things. I hope it is the latter and I am as delusional as you deem me to be..What is it that you have that keeps bringing me back here, writing these for the nth time?I guess there is only a simple answer to that question.Hollow hopes.
