Monday, May 30
the solitary star shines in the sky tonight,
there was a reason to believe we almost got it right.
when the flame snuffs out we just might,
have gone on to see more rays of light.
why, the soulful pain,
encapsulated in those eyes.
at least he knew it was a gamble,
a more-than-nonchalant throw of the dice.
estrangled along the streets of life,
where bazaars and stalls abuzz.
a traveller, smiles in his heart with content,
pleased at the knowledge he had finally found his place;
yet voices from within tell him to leave,
one too many a strange face.
given a choice, manic proportions.
he knows not which voice to listen to.
every moment the hotel walls whisper,
and grafts his skull so tight.
oh, he finds himself locked in too.
the dark shimmers, glows.
the light flirts with the unknown,
with a naughtly occsasional flicker.
two elements conflict,
unable to establish a signal.
all they do is to go around each other,
interacting, but not intertwining;
refusing to discuss, avoiding all bicker.
the line between success and failure,
often dismissed as 'thin'.
the traveller realises its inexistence,
depleted reserves and hardly a grin.
tiresome. addictive.
let it peter out.