The Lover

Tides soaring high and waves crashing on, 

Couldn't have sunk deeper; a dooming crashdown. 

Melancholy seeping in, cacophony screaming out the head crack, 

Shattered heart poured no red for everything was shades of black. 

Walking down the memory lane, smiles and laughs seem rotten;

The fog of joy had died in the rays of teary burn. 

Deep in the darkest alley I stood, with a lamp in my hand-

though dampened, yet lit, with a flame still to go blind. 

I choose to walk down the road lit yet dark, 

For I would lurk in grey rather than fall prey to black. 

Lights and spring, bright and shine, colors and poppers, 

Death of hope was unknown in the midst of friends and peers. 

Little did I know that all of that was a mirage, 

For truth of love lie in me, did always, in my chimera. 

Today I step again, walking down the road lit yet dark, 

Holding my hands, listening to me calling from the other end of black. 

And I can see the white, bright and clear, 

No more the grey that loomed my pair (of eyes). 

Splashing the greens and violets and pink, 

Over the reds and yellows till the brink, 

Being painted is a new tale of love, 

Where I am the lover and the loved!