Now that you are gone

Now that you are gone
I feel like
I am a newborn.

I was Atlas*
Your love
was the world on my shoulders
Now that the world lies shattered
Once again,
I can stand up tall.

I can stand up straight
Stretch my hands
And lock eyes with the sun.
Those thick roots
that covered every inch of me
Recede back.
I am naked again,
I can feel
The wind , the heat and sweat
on my pale bare skin again.

Now that you are gone
I can strum endless on my guitar
and not sing a word for you.

I can start
'thinking' again
and not dream always.

I see,
Hear and taste
The world anew.

I can cut away my veins,
The pain
would only be mine to bear,
and not share.
And if you plan to do the same,
or even just be happy,
I don't want to share either.

Call me selfish.
Cruel.
I don't care.
I feel so feathery light,
I believe I can fly.
My breaths
Are not heavy anymore.
I am Roark. **
I am free.




*Atlas
**Howard Roark

cold love

She swept inside my blanket

in what must have been

the young hours of night

and hugged me tight.

Strangely,

she wasn't warm.

She came

with a beautiful chill,

that made me curl and cuddle.

She curved into

the curves i had,

She filled into

the spaces i made,

Delicately

moulding , shaping herself

completing me.

And then she made love to me.

So gently,

she never woke me up.

Never even let me know

except for

a distant sense of bliss

somewhere in the subconscious

between a dream, an unknowing smile

and infinite void.

It was only when

I woke up wasted at dawn,

to find crushed bangles

and crumpled bedsheets

in those puddles

filled with dead fireflies,

in the soaked wet newspaper in the porch

in the dampness of my glass windows

in the drops dripping of leaflets

and in that strange unique green

that was everywhere

That i came to know,

she had been there.

What she had done to me.

That silly, naughty

beauty named rain.