You walked in and then walked out of her life…
I suppose, you were following, the so called great Shakespearean theory of ‘The Entry and Exit’…
If that’s the inspiration behind your move,
Then I have a quick question for you…
If you can follow Shakespeare and what he said,
Why couldn’t you be like one of the heroes in great stories?
Bold, kind and courageous…For his people and for the love of his life?
Strong, faithful and fearless…and with the one who’s always right?
But, if you have not, in anyway, followed the Great Magician of Words we are talking about…
Then, I would shut my mouth and ask you to go to hell!
You hadn’t come for a stroll into the greens, had you?
To hum like the bee and breathe in the fresh air!
To smell the roses and chase the butterflies!
Instead…It all should have been a little more serious than just a wandering walk…
Not about boasting and just a pot of lies!
She didn’t need a helping hand…ever!
But she let you hold hers, coz there was this feeling…of …’love’…
In which she blindly kept climbing the hill with you.
In a way…making it simpler for you to push her down into the rocky valley …
But yeah...not easily…not so easily…
If you were thinking that she’d remain confined to the ditch of darkness,
Weeping and crying and calling your name,
Fearing the world and the feeling of shame,
Then …I’d ask you to re-think…
I’d ask you to go back and find who was lame!
She stood firm for you, fell for you,
Lived for you and was finally killed by you!
But remember…that it is not something that’s ended well …
The drama you created might have been over...but she hasn’t yet rung the bell!
You might not be wise enough to understand this, I know,
But I believe in spreading light wherever I go…
Burnt down to ashes...But would still be reborn...
The Phoenix doesn’t die...
It just inspires others to keep living the beautiful life over and over again...
she would rise from the ashes ...scarlet and golden…
Your hues will fade and you’d be broken…
Love cannot be built upon lies, my friend…
You should have decided on what you wanted, before it was taken…
Know that… the soft breeze that tickled your hair every evening,
Is now turning into a storm…
She’s still burning in the fire of love…
Not to keep you warm this time…but just to burn you down…
