Nothing's Ever Built to Last..||

Traversing the narrow pedestrian bridge..
She stepped ahead into the intriguing dark forest..

Grown apart from the universe she couldn't fathom..
Only to find the place, that could land her aching heart to rest..

Nysa- knew the darkness,
Would never come to halt..
Her feelings so rhapsodic..
..So undetermined by the fall.

Blindfolded.. She was-
With lies and Betrayals..
By her very own people whom she loved more than her life,
So many errors.. and trials!

And in search of her solace..
She finally broke free
Unbinding herself from all the coaxed bonds..
That wouldn't let her be..

In that fearsome journey..
She kept walking the never-ending distance;
Leaving the cruel world behind..
To discover her own..lost existence..

Nothing could stop her now..
Not anymore..
For, none of the things remained at peace
Like it used to..before.

And her feet stopped finally,
In that same journey..
She neared the end this time..
But would it be the end of her agony?

She closed her eyes.. and waited for her solace,
Frightened, yet euphoric.. she thought of the few ways..

As the breeze blew..
She could feel her own scent so close..
A thought occurred to her mind..
Seemingly, the moment just froze..

Nothing is permanent..
In this galaxy, so vast,
So evident ..'twas,
That Nothing's Ever Built to Last..

And then.. She went ahead..
Towards the end of the cliff,
Death- is where she would find her solace-
.. Was her only belief..

In search of a new world..
..Where only Happiness existed,
No pain.. No lies.
..And that is how from this world- She Departed.. ||



-Irene S

The Realm of the Past..||

Drapes on Reality..
Ocean of Memories,
Questions- that aint sanguine..
A chain of Uncertainty!

Rappel down the cliff..
Of truth and discovery..
To uncover those facts,
Which led us to be sorry..

A silence- so rare
Chances over the edge..
Emotions- one cannot unveil;
Even if Love.. or Rage..

Flashes and glimpses..
Changing or stagnant,
Worthy or not worthy,

Still in a state-so rampant!

Connections..or none,
Links- with some..
Victory or Mystery-
From which, one can't run!

And then, there's 'Time'..
Unfolding truth and the coming disaster..
But how to skip that stone in life?
Something.. known as an "Impostor" ?

Right when its right..
The wrong chases you far,
A battle with one's own self..
Then who would win this war?

Exploring our own identity..
The innate idea of mind,
No future.. nor the present..
Just your life..on the rewind..

From what you were..
Till what you are..
Nothing remains constant..

With every passing second,in the clock-
From your own shadow-you get distant!

Where is the similarity?
And where is the parity?
To what you "once" used to be..
What's left there now- Is it hard to see?


In that rapid pace..
Everything goes away so fast..
Nothing prevails at that hour,
Just The Realm of the Past..||



-Irene S