The River Side

Bewildered by the voices in my head.
I sit by the river side.
Contemplating about the edges, now in my life.
Looking forward for fool's gold's bright.

It is the dusk, and the darkness has spread out its wings.
It flutters in my mind, heart and the brink.
Though what art I sought?
Love is only an instrument for loss.

Be it on a sunny morning or a gloomy evening.
I wonder, if I wandered there ever alone in sight.
But dusk, they say, bring us to a new night.
A night of darkness, unnoticed by the philosophy of light.

The river water is all dark now.
A reflection is no more a possibility.
But why should I want to see my wretched face once again?
Only to dream and walk the barbed wire of hope again.

My heart has been punctured by a thousand wounds.
It oozes out blood, in your dying fumes.
Celebrating the ashes of ruins of beautiful worlds.
Shaken up by the mighty thunder and cremated by the river water.

The world around me has come to a standstill.
No birds do sing nor any animal is seen serving its whim.
And here all alone, my thoughts too reflect them.
It is static as the mountains on the earth's bosom.

There, now, I see a light shinning on the water.
My mind moves to grasp it, beyond my powers.
And It is soon swallowed by the darkness.
The light sinks like lead in the night's emptiness.

Neither do I think nor do I believe.
My heart is not broken by you.
It is burnt as the soot, blackness with its deadly mark.
Taking me to a palace of shattered dreams.

I still sit by the river side.
Contemplating the edges, now in my life.
Though, if you may wander around here sometime.
I shall leave my mark around on this side.

But, if the dogs of the day eat it up.
Blame me not because I loved you first.
Blame me because I will love you till the Last.
And believe in something, this is the Last.