The remaining wisps of hope fade away
On days when thoughts mirror the weather,
Whole lands and water bodies, limited to a mind going astray
Where was the moon when it needed to shine?
Where were the stars as specks of the divine?
Needs and wants, playing like quarelling children
Hopes and nightmares holding on like leeches to a stream
A billion soul mates, neither one too perfect
Eyes with a pretence of well being
Lips with the quiver of a dying dream.
Solar, lunar, celestial, bodies strewn across the limited time-space continuum
Heart beats with a regular ultimatum
Insanity, sanity flitting between grey curtains of a small brain
Cobwebs cleared up from pasts of pain.
Steps towards a futile future, steps back in the past
The consciousness not with the means to last.
All the directed thoughts towards one sweet soul
Pushed down by them on stairs, on a roll.
Individual hands, solitary faces and reckless dreams
Waking days spent in nightmare screams.
Of all the breaths gone away in awry desperation
Breathing in a few extra to make up for consolation.
Hope comes back, the wisps refusing to die out
On a planet of barren bodies and vacant screams
Everyday is all about the search of a dream.