ThoughtsAndEchoes

 When the dark night devours the field of sparkle And the colours turn alike somehow, Everyone tries to replicate the Sun and The Lampost stands tall even now. It burns with all its might And stays still to keep you warm. It stands alone up in the thorny heights, For you to see the listless swarm. But, the angel is alone; no one looks out for it When the day finally comes, no one cares about it. Then, one fine day, rose a Creeper from the dead, Looked up at the poor lonely metal, Brought it back from the dead. The Lampost, adorned by the beauty of the Creeper Knows what warmth is. The Lampost does not burn brighter  Than the love the Creeper gives.                                                      ~ Rugvedi N.

 And if you feel the pain too Remember, Life was never meant to be taken away from her; Life is the moment we shared. The daylights I felt waking up by her side. It was about the myths we believed.  About each other-  We cared. And for all the while that I knew- I loved her- I'd say, She's in the air, in the autumn dust And her imaginary poets' lair. Her life is in my fingertips, from which I traced her skin. She is still there. Maybe not with me, but in the rose, here. And even now, I feel the pain. I love her, I'll not let that vain. Even though I miss her terribly. I have to let go. " I regret to tell you that she is no more."