Oblivion
You caused me to pen down again
Unearth the buried words
Succumb to construe
Of my odes and sonnets
My poems and narratives
Written in the bask of you
You caused me to sing a new
To hear a strange sound
From my chants and hymns
To your loud melodies
And hard core ways
Far from what I used to play
You caused me to laugh hard
To bear the feeling of risking
To take turns, to jump over, to fly above fears
And run as I can
Get bruised, fall hard and learn again
Far from my calculated spheres
You caused me to love
And hope in the desert
yet in the midst of it fell
Distance came
Silence grew
The lyric turned an elegy
Awaken to be true
That we had was just a “borrowed time”
Passers by…
A Shakespeare playwright;
Just a midnight summer dream of you
Now daunt me that its over
Polite as you may my lover
Cause I can’t just move on
Without these oblivion
