Nostalgia

A part of you I allow to break free,  For the shackles in my heart Throttle you down. A part of you I nurture through poetry,  Hoping they might blossom And fill my garden somehow. But the remaining part I still retain, Much like a moon you wax and wane.  At daybreak We tryst in my thoughts. We talk, we laugh Till twilight engulfs. Hoping against hope,  I look for love in your eyes. I discover serenity in my solitude, Amid your apathetic replies. You cannot comprehend my language It seems, Not the one I speak but the one intertwined  With my soul, with my dreams. So after you depart, I intoxicate myself to the brim. With the love I hold for you, Wreaking havoc, within.  I draw you close, close to my bosom,  Not you but your memories I have let live inside me Since long I assume. Shielded, untainted, Frozen in time. Just like how I have known them,  Beautiful and sublime. Memories that embrace me Like a warm blanket on a wintry night,  When no more unrequited letters to you I vow to eve

The world keeps questioning me What battles do I really fight?  Why do I refuse to draw apart the curtains  And let in some light?  You see the battlefield is my mind. And the pawns my thoughts. They fiercely stab,  Stab one another behind. Yet the sun shines.  Shines bright the next day. The war ends.  And I greet hope on my way.  But you see the soil has already been stained in red. And slowly starts bearing,  the stench of the dead.  Darkness falls once more, Clouds embrace the sky. The Earth never really gets to heal. And breaks into a cry.