Falling Apart
As time passes the distance grows,
A deep vaccum culminating, and you call me your foe.
Hailing accusations and failing claims.
Makes it better to disconnect with you and be away.
The time has come when everything is cold.
Each others presence is a burden that is unbearable to tow,
A cry for help is presumed to be fake; adding on to the distance and creating more space.
The deep passion and undoubted faith, are a talk of the past and missing from our fate.
Ending seems easier than letting it grow.
But you assess, how much can you suffer- if you let it grow?
Is it a bad phase that will just linger for sometime, and cease after some flow?
Like seasons change; feelings have changed too.
What was special has no value.
The vows to make it work seem redundant.
The world know more about 'You', than 'I' do!
The frustrations slowly turning into numbness, where shunning the feelings seem better and now I ignore U.
Something special has turned apologetic and raised some doubts.
For I thought that the amount we struggled would make this more strong,
It is just that I realized, how much I was wrong.
With a broke trust and destroyed soul,
I realized it is impossible to win a lost battle that has no important role.
Tired and helpless I make the last call,
It is not to you, but to the 'almighty' above us all.
Gathering the strength to recover my tainted soul.
I make hard efforts to get myself together and again be 'whole'.
A lesson learnt with this all that now I know-
' Destruction doesn't need a dangerous storm, just stop communicating and everything will fall'.
A deep vaccum culminating, and you call me your foe.
Hailing accusations and failing claims.
Makes it better to disconnect with you and be away.
The time has come when everything is cold.
Each others presence is a burden that is unbearable to tow,
A cry for help is presumed to be fake; adding on to the distance and creating more space.
The deep passion and undoubted faith, are a talk of the past and missing from our fate.
Ending seems easier than letting it grow.
But you assess, how much can you suffer- if you let it grow?
Is it a bad phase that will just linger for sometime, and cease after some flow?
Like seasons change; feelings have changed too.
What was special has no value.
The vows to make it work seem redundant.
The world know more about 'You', than 'I' do!
The frustrations slowly turning into numbness, where shunning the feelings seem better and now I ignore U.
Something special has turned apologetic and raised some doubts.
For I thought that the amount we struggled would make this more strong,
It is just that I realized, how much I was wrong.
With a broke trust and destroyed soul,
I realized it is impossible to win a lost battle that has no important role.
Tired and helpless I make the last call,
It is not to you, but to the 'almighty' above us all.
Gathering the strength to recover my tainted soul.
I make hard efforts to get myself together and again be 'whole'.
A lesson learnt with this all that now I know-
' Destruction doesn't need a dangerous storm, just stop communicating and everything will fall'.
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