BYGONE

All alone I saw the set of the sun,

'twas still blazing like the roadrunners run.

Wandering thoughts from a pilgrim within.

Watched what's the next connection from what's been.

Teardrops to my cheek;

a hungry brain and a heart so sick.

And all alone I saw the set of the sun;

it seemed from me, it shunned.

Busybodies all around so stressed;

the nagging of a whole day's non-rest,

to learn and to earn stipend,

remuneration from a moil's spent.

I got weary and left alone.

Playing with leaves wind-blown.

But never mind, they never mind

just intoxicating but never mind...

Tilted head I stared again...

Beneath those canopy a yen.

It shouted and roared through my nerves;

and bounced back the earth's curves.

Red roses and white ones,

I want those mine be mine at once.

With tilted head I stared again...

Yet they're not coming back again.

The dust covered the mobile clouds;

chain of islets along with mounts.

I could not see anything the least

just tinted chain on my wrist.

I didn't understand the fall,

I fell several times before.

But what hurt the most was that --

the last fall with gore so glut.

The rain dropped as my wound bleed,

like over-poaching pain I can't get rid.

Over the escarpment and plateau

my mind kept wandering to and fro.

Wind whistled with rushing waves; I pry,

thunder rolled across the heavy sky.

Still the rain dropped as my wound bleed.

Melancholy. Silence. I pondered and ceased --

from everything that burdened me.

I stood alone --- Reality!

O! It tingled, flowed my veins..

no more sick heart and hungry brains.

I wiped the teardrops from my cheeks;

while sung the bird with yellow beak.

Apocryphal, yet it was true -

I learned living without you.

CHANGE --- was all thou can ever give.

Even I could never believe.

It's modern and possessed consistency.

Gradually, it'll be a part of the economy.

See through the cleat firmament;

I see my heart filled with content.

And change is what the world can give,

it bruised and caused a lot of grief!

Oblivious, but sure, I got pretty insane.

I don't used to waste my penny for useless cocaine.

But done were those days I cried,

I sat in the meadow -- deprived.

Along with the flowers alive,

they're dandelions revived!

Because now my sorrows all dead,

I buried them six feet, I said.

Long was the night but 'nconstant;

long was the hopeless wishing grant.

Sun rises, then it sets.

Life goes on, but with a lot of frets.

Life goes on -- with me alone.

Cold as the ambiance of the winter dawn,

yet long was the night but 'nconstant;

long was the helpless wishing grant.

Tomorrow I see a future so nigh

together with the years came by.

Let alone the blissful mem'ries I had

that pained me terribly bad.

Let alone those memories they stay,

until the time I come to lay.

In a sepulcher with wide array;

and, I'll whisper it was then OK.

And, I'll whisper soft and slow...

My past was worth my way to go.