Too Soon | Anjil Sardar

Too soon a lot has ended,

Too soon the despair , hit blunt, 

Too soon our hearts have engaged, 

Before we could cherish the upcoming beautiful dawn, 

I longed for vision of hawk,

To survey , to unveil the apparel of life,

I tried to be engulfed  into the deepest sentiments, overviewing the darkest sensations.

The whiskies of the night , inarched, 

I have not seen the neons , shown their magic, 

I have not seen the ice cube rushing,

I have not seen the nuts raging to the creek and burst,

All were dignified and un-poked, 

But our heart and lips . . . 

Could it be better if I be dumb ?

Would you not accept as I am ?

Could you not be in debt and embrace the depth of wound, 

That I carried for years and seconds,

Shining against the hostile truth, 

All we have engaged ,on the left over of what has been defused,

The mirror of lies when confronted , much demented visuals come and go, 

Not much than your severe bruises, I recall,

Not much time has passed by,

Not much , just a bad day as regular, 

Not much , but the scars still glow,

Us, on some highway.

You and me at some driveway.

Craving for more time. 

Lapsing on words, toes over knees,

Judging the pace of time.

You and me at some corner of the street, 

You and me at some retro having treats, 

Delusional, by the motionless pulse,

Craving for more time.