Seasonal Narrative

Hey! do you want to hear a story,

that burnt out years ago?

I don’t believe it’ll come back

for ghosts never come alive, they simply haunt.

The setting is a dark night,

with three protagonists, I’m one of them.

The plot is a fight of stars, sunsets, and seas.

And this time, it’s not just in my mind.

The story starts with an attempt to converse,

then holding onto emotions

and ends up with a parallel walk, we are still walking.

Left incomplete and gone,

because I am as interesting as I’m out of mind.

So, it results in a beautiful love story

with fucked up characters.

Anonymous feelings flood

to make my poems way,

while the time drowns.