“The
devil may smile with an angels face
A cat
may be stolen of its grace
They
say it's just a matter of time and place”
- - Sorry Go 'Round, Carnival of
Rust, Poets of the Fall
A steaming cup sits by his side
as showers of the first rain pour down the
sky
Eyes focused on two blue lines
mind too distant, to notice all other
shrines
Unaware of life that lies before
for yet he lives, in tales and lore
‘No response is a response,’ he recalls
but cannot help but hope
The thundering sky too gives little solace
for there’s no worse hell than a hopeful
place
And the mind tortures with things that
never were
for the root of all anxiety, lies within
his own heart
The most frustrating times, are not ones of
loss
but that when he ponders, if to give up the
fight
Rise and fall and rise and fall and one day
he breaks
and one bad day to lunacy is all it takes
And one good day, was his only fantasy
instead he met the love of Midori Kobayashi
But how long does one go on, before
completely breaking apart?
and how many doves man rip apart, before
you call him man?
For sometimes it’s not your fault, and some
people just don’t care
and you can shower them with petals or hit
them with pellets
but there’s nothing you can do to make them
care back
And nothing you can do for them to see how
much that kills you
So you contemplate that last thread of hope
You wonder whether to take the next leap or
no
You plan your next move, you consider the
next sacrifice
You measure if the pain is worth the high
For there’s no truth, unless you put
yourself on the line
And there’s no you, once you do too many
times
Love is not a battle you get to pick
You only choose how much you’re willing to
fight
And so many words lie within, you’re afraid
you’ll overwhelm her
but the only words that ever hurt, are the
ones she never heard
And breaths go on and the clock ticks
and the rain pours on and the cup steams no
more
Vishal
Gupta
7th
June 2018
