Pages of a Burnt Diary

As I whisper the smoke inside.

My lips burn in the ashes of memories.

Chill? Yes it has been dead for years.

Music? Silence plays alone in its tune.

If solitude is painful, then why live it?

I ponder. But emotions seems to be dead.

I continue to encroach my heart.

Few songs I will never write;

Many lyrics are already lost like me;

Just as I burn today , soon you shall burn

Too, someday by someone.

Where is the crowd chanting the calls?

The voices pep-talking before the parting;

Stories being crafted on you. on me;

Where are they hiding today? I pause,

I think, I stare upon the dark sky.

The crescent moon seems to hide.

Like you, hiding among the stars.

In the morose of destiny, fate, religion

It seemed too obvious; precisely inevitable.

Smile lurking on the lips is temporary.

Tears bring a moment of brief solace.

Death? Ha! It is irreparable.

You still live like me. In our seined cocoons.

The lit-bomb ticks off with mild hisses,

But I never as always "care".

I ain't Bob Dylan for the world to miss me.

I see you still smiling millions moments past,

Standing ridges apart in platforms parallel

As tracks run forever never to meet

Beckoning upon me the message satirically

You too shall never meet and live "us".

I still smile as I notice you smiling back.

We both know the truth, the fire still burns

This is perhaps life, this is perhaps living

I smile, you smile, We smile. No Goodbyes.