The Very Next Day....

There was a day when I woke up alone,
Feeling the warmth of solitude and being blown;
Yeah! We were together until yesterday,
And Upto my life became full of you in its cache;

Memoirs around, whirling all which surrounds;
Trembling on the ground, all is to be found;
A hand stretching to me, oh! Is it to save?
No! It's too late to crave by this knave;

Willing to be behearted, fumbling to be deserted;
Dying to be spurted, hoping to be reasserted ;
Went down the lane with utter silence;
Knowing my days have gone to a defiant!

Deep passions drifting away from the thought;
A sorrowful song and all I ever sought;
The words spoken and acts done, perish;
As the grief and misery cherish;

Still, there is no despair of what was in store;
Because, I know I have to face much more;
Through the pupils of the sobbing eyes;
All I could utter are a few expressions of chastise.