Tall promises, now belittled by time
Firm faith, now shaken by doubt.
The words, they now ring hollow.
From a cauldron so full, so shallow.

From dust to dust, then further on
I move, drag my feet, plunge, fall.
I hurt, I cry; but life doesn't stop.
Then I awaken, to a new 'morrow.

That palace of illusions, of dreams I built
With own hands. Nurtured, strengthened.
With sweat, watered. With love, adorned.
Gave it everything I could ever give, ever.

Yet that very palace, I later discovered.
Was sunny in day, but very dark at night.
The protection I had once hoped for
Was unfortunately never there, never.

Then one day when the storm came,
It took that palace of illusions too.
The palace I had spend my lifetime for
Was nowhere in sight, gone forever.

Then one day, as I sat down to cry
I realised, what I should have long back.
That palaces are fickle, have no heart.
That palaces decay, they always rot.

I realised that love has no home,
It has to stand naked in the rain.
It has to get burnt in the sunny day
And yet, it can never die, never.

This blood on my hands, doesn't go away.
The sins of acts past linger in hazy memories.
The pure water of deeds done good today,
Bloodied by a single drop of blood of history.

In the blithe joy back in those old days,
Didn't know a cut would grow into a wound.
Didn't realise that minds would be so fickle
Didn't know under the currents lay still waters.

Till I scrapped the surface and discovered
That the past was still alive, still breathing.
That the albatross was still around my neck
That the hearts, after all, were still bleeding.

I walk those streets again this night.
Lonely, accompanied by the moonlight.
My heart paces with joy of rediscovery
But the familiar faces are nowhere in sight.

A stranger to my past I have become,
A stranger to the moments yet to come.
In between the bygone and the rising,
Like a possessed man I run, I run.