remembering bibam

this is just one picture of you
oh! don't we both look so young?!
and youth buys its choices huh
we made ours

yours was a path where others await
the end of an old story
and perhaps, the start
of a new one
where they can be victors
that thought
in me, you inspired

some wounds never heal tho
not for a long time
and you knew
somewhere, somehow
you would shed your own
blood, if only for that hope
parched, others' have
died

i can not be sad
i know you have won
a battle, but remembering
makes me cry

no, it hasn't ended, maybe it wont
in my lifetime
but courage doesn't whither
i know that, now
someone who'd have your name
or the same dreams you had
takes the same path
that has your blood

wait for me? we could have a short chat
again, and if i'd have my chance
to witness, i'd tell you
how it was before
i, too, have gone

this could be our last goodbye

the hours have finally ended
as did rushed words
in spite
of tomorrows that
never saw a day
nor nights in between
those nightmares

oh! i shall not haunt
you and your dreams
you and your promises
you and your plans
you...and your freedom
leave, now...
before you change your mind

because i cant

watch another sunset
i have lost a dead sea
i want my own sun,
that you wont share,
i want my own tides
roaring! breathing life!

leave and rest...
and forget
the night has gone
deaf
cries too have dried,
the tears wont remember

yes you may...

it doesn't matter now

maybe tonight

last night i had a dream
the kind that flies...
it crept through
my sleeping window
and took me..
a million times
across a burning sky,
over parched nights,
against the tides

i saw the stars
oh! how they fought,
with the neon lights
probing, and taunting,
a frantic wail of an owl
then, a soothing hum
... a lullaby

i would have wished to stay
but the sun had to wake
my dream, away now
but he left his broken wing
in my arms, one night he'll come
again...healed
of that curse
of  empty spaces and broken vows
and he'll stay
with me, just me...

maybe tonight

re-shine..

once again
he shines
touching her
with a warmth
distant yet familiar
that which reminds
of a day
unspent..
a chance,
to stay
and wait,
wait eternal
knowing the night
wont end now,
no, not now...

till then

she reads him again
this time
without her
dreamy lenses,
fogged truth,
and the mirror
breaks in front of her

the girl he loved

stares across
the past
behind the curtains
of grey hairs
and withered laughters

she left

only an old song plays
wills him to remember
till he does
till then...