Tongues of flame

Enshroud, I lay

in the resignation of it all

while a part of me wore a plumage

waiting to fly to you at dawn.

This crypticity I'll repudiate

as long as Andromeda shines my night sky

embracing memories and your resonating placid voice

I'll cross this labyrinth, making your farewell an ephemeral goodbye.

Stars I hold up in my eyes

they cascade down my face each time I blink

I tangle myself in ambiguous anecdotes to divert

yet there isn't a single second I let the grief out or let sink.

A laconic story of those loquacious summers

haunts my today, sobs hugging my tomorrows

wherein holding my little hand you walked me the world

I'm still standing at the very place you took a labyrinthine turn.

In this maelstrom I swim alone

free me from these sardonic chains

chime this dirge, play it to your favorite tune

I've had enough of the worldly ornate saccharin.

A petrichor-less monsoon awaits a perfume-less spring

while my vacuous self seeks solace

A fabricated smile everyone believes in

Each night I link the stars to draw your face.

Dubiously I ramble on

seeking answers, surviving tons of self-blame

Having lost vivacity to time's stratagem

and love to tongues of flame.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry