When the lights go out
and everything will be dark,
all that we lived, and all
the troubles that sparked,
all the life we have tucked away
in the shelves of past,
will just be a dream...
And when the curtains fall,
or when the rains just stop,
the lemons of love and
the honeycombs of life begin to crop...
I say, in the middle of the sundown hour
I will remain then,
with those memories,
yes, I will remain, just
a lonely lad performing sorties...
Downtown when those streets
have given away to souls and dust,
spirits take over those dark spaces of the mind,
I mean when the heart has sunk,
to the grey zones of trepidations...
You know,those spots where the
last soot reminds of an aged old fire,
and the new cold Zephyr..
Amidst all the tweets and walls
covered with mosses from disuse...
I mean when the cracks set in,
into the once majestic beauty,
you see, creepers creep
into the age old memories of grandeur...
Then, you know, all shall be left,
covered, hidden away;
all the much sung past...
You see, then you wake,
wake up from that long sleep,
and find everything was,
and is, and shall forever be,
just a dream, called 'When'...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju