The Gleaming Ardours ✔️

~•BETWEEN THE BREEZES•~

The day so cold with me,
Staring with eyes alone together at the,
Starless, moonless sky,
Darkness blanketing it so well.

The glance of the breeze that fly,
Made it all look as soothing appeal,
May be its warmth let heart swell,
With brimming irony yet to reveal!

Hands and souls that was once stringed,
Now to clear the tears off the way,
Hair and moustache once roaming strangled,
Are meant to hide the secrets,
Once which were full of gleeful ray,
And now with more of regrets.

Upon the meaningless chapters,
Still searching bitter sweet moments,
Those that we wanted to be immortal,
Are growing smaller with every later.

On these days of pretending,
Gathering the facts - truth rendering,
Inspite of all those events,
Communicating with you through the telepathic portal.

Where was the mistake let in?
Is it the pencil we chose?
To sketch our story from within,
Letting the eraser win and we lose,
No pardon if it's the pen,
Glad that we didn't feed the fire.

The carbon let me more to respire,
As its carving let me revisit those,
Still fresh in mind are your pose,
Of our farewell reception!

Everything looks painfully beautiful,
Aches and cramps are deeply superficial,
Inside out I'm passively aggressive,
Growing clearly confused and
submissive.

Me to the world as weirdly normal,
Phantom got adopted for walking dead,
Emotions and thoughts are amazingly awful,
Facing it with an upright head.

Days weeks and months went by,
Yet it looks like it broke just now!
Acting naturally on all events,
Smiling gets it fine - hopefully meant.

Upon this thoughtless cloud,
One more wind blew hard,
That makes me surpass the crowd,
Of deafening silence to be barred.

Again at the gaze out,
To dark light happenings, I spot,
Me to be the hooded sky,
With loads of truthful lie.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

This poem was done to workout the wavering thoughts that flicker on our mind when we miss someone who shared our soul.

Someone who was special to us. Someone who saw us special with our ordinary ordeals. Watching out the sky and facing the heartfelt memories. Eventhough we have them within us we stay alone! Wow what an oxymoronic fortune!

All we can do is just watch out and live upon the carvings of the past. Until that one last breath.

Here, the person undergoes such  a moment within two breezes that soothes him with its warmth.
For the first hit, to slip him into his world and the next time to get him back to his present. Later he finds himself to be the hooded sky who has everything within him but shows nothing to the outside world. One of my recent imagination.

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With love,
Yaris🔆