"Memories are burdens,
Which weighs down your mind.
You won't move forward, unless
You leave some behind."
Dandelion's mist of feathers
And the obliviated rustle of leaves,
Churned the insides of a dying autumn plant,
Whom the words braced, unnoticed.
Lost in a clatter of delusion,
He failed to see the way
The earth's grandeur pours down, as
He stood on her heart of clay.
The harshly winds did nothing to deter,
The will with which he held her tight.
The canvas of soil, had found her palette,
And repainted back, her long lost fight.
The tree stood facing the sky,
And promised his green, under the shades of blue,
"Lose your gaze, close your eyes,
And remember the love, I have for you."
"When things around causes pain,
And you find the way, hard to tread upon.
Turn around and find me there,
I had promised to stay, never be gone on."
"But if the world, burns me away,
And you get stuck, in the dark hole.
Remember its the body that dies,
Not me...Not you...Not our soul..."
"We may not grasp the amorphous future,
How soon will our tongue taste fate?
Or in pursuit of a blessed love today,
Shall we whisper -
God, checkmate!"?