PART I - Inception
It was our sweet dream that ended my torment,
The blissful days and peaceful nights free of haunted memory,
Respite from the bitter recollection of past mistakes,
And for a time the world seemed right and flowed with
Harmonious continuity of thought and rhythm of consciousness.
The dew-jeweled mornings melted into sun-pooled afternoons,
Shadow-dappled evenings flitted by on the wings of winking fireflies,
As we counted stars and threw our dreams up into space,
Hoping some passing comet would ignite the fuel of our hopeless desires.
PART II - The First Decay
Time strode steadily onward over the foothills of our realizations,
Wearing down the valleys of our resolve until deep chasms of doubt formed,
The jagged cliff trails were so treacherous and many a time I watched,
Helpless, as my determination stumbled and was dashed upon the rocks,
Bruising my already weakened grip on the future was had painted together
Until I feared I would lose that precious portrait of tomorrow.
PART III - Termination
There, engulfed by the deepening shadows at the end of that descent,
Oppressed by the brooding overhangs which obscured my view of the sky,
There it was that I realized the severity of my present situation,
As dread swiftly crept up and suffocated any lingering happiness and
Wrenching freedom from my fragile grasp before I could cry out for help.
It was only then that I saw true form of fate through that shining facade,
Caught a glimpse through the cracks of the lies I had so blindly fallen for,
Bound so tightly in that shell of polished and enchanting deceit of I invented.
PART IV - Remorse
I should have known better than to think happiness could be real,
But now it is much too late to turn back and start over,
I have already been locked within this prison of obedient obligation,
The cold bars of steel law and the intricate locks of promises made
Confine me to this fate of miserable duty and unhappy servitude;
The whom I once thought to be luxurious now serves as my warden,
Keeping watchful eye to cut off any escape before attempt can be made,
And my peripatetic soul who tests the limits of my faltering dedication.
My Friends:
Siddharth, Yuvraj, Nikhil, Ramakant, Rati, Rahul, Abhay, Pankaj, Ashutosh, Shashank, Vivekanand, Jai, Anuradha, Saurav.
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