The Persevering Flame

THE PERSEVERING FLAME

One day when you are 18, 40 or 73

You will stumble upon a memory

Of someone that will ignite

A fire inside that you cannot fight

However the saddest, most strained

Truth, you will ever come to find

Is that they are not always the halves

With whom we spend our lives.

When the days are dark and you cannot lie,

The ones who raised us have long gone by,

Yet we thrive, withstanding the toil

Our destiny, in our hands that flail.

And then as a coincidence perhaps,

Or as a peek at one of life's maps,

Appears before you, the lost pillion

The unseen for what felt like years a million.

Yet as fate would have it, unable to utter,

Not the tiniest of sound, you call out, in candor,

For the other half of your heart but in lapse;

Paralyzed you stay and the one escapes.

And then your eyes flutter, in tears that gleam

Realising the truth that it was a dream,

A figment of the memories infernal

That had persevered like flames eternal.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon thrilled,

On the eyes of another, the ones that filled

Your half-empty heart and you realize: as you grow,

The stories of your past... You must let them flow!

Krish

I dont have a lot of time this week. So I decided to put this poem up. I began this a long time ago and finished it recently. A huge shoutout to Benji and Julia/@loveartfully (If you guys ever see this), I finally finished what you came up with!!! Thanks guys.

Hey!!! If you recognized the last line (A hint of deja vu, perhaps!). Good work! You're amazing and a huge thank you for being such an avid reader!!! Keep supporting!

"When the days are dark and you cannot lie" - This line means 'At night when you go to sleep'. I had to explain this to a few people who have seen this. I feel that most people (Including me, of course), only stop lying when they sleep. Well, it is said that a baby learns to cope up with the world by lying and that is an indicator of 'Grownupness'. So keep lying :P

So... That's it for this week. 

Peace!!!