The hidden caves of my mind

Destinyusher By Destinyusher, 7th Aug 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
Posted in Wikinut>Family>Relationships

The intensiveness and the vulnerability of relations make them them the most elusive and sought after asset of this world.

The day my God died

Of all the vague memories in my mind,

I can see a proud father making his child name the garden flowers.

He can foresee his prodigy scaling new heights

With himself being right beside his child

Looming His ever so strong aura over him.

But the rosiness was indeed a duck over a sheet of water

Little did the world know that Fate was clawing vigorously underneath!!

On came the avalanche, shattering everything in its wake,

Everything that the father could muster and make

Was tattered, shattered and ripped in the Devil’s wake

Now, that the tempest has come to the fore

The child for one just wants to make it a gruesome lore

Can’t they buy some more time and wish for some more sunshine

For ’twas just the dawn and the birds coudn’t even set sail!!

The child sees old, wrinkled and freckled people around him

And he also sees young people with pain on their faces for the old ones

But suddenly, he finds himself standing out in the crowd

For he, unlike others, want his father freckled and wrinkled

He has this unsatiable desire to watch his father all old and freckled!!

He is afraid that he may never know his “Old Father”

The world lives on a false hope, hanging on a cut thread,

But the boy finds himself so far down, away from the Light.

He knows Fate’s fiendish plans but finds himself in its dark abyss.

The boy wonders,

Is it too much to ask to see his own father grow old?

To give him some of the joys which his father had showered on him all his life

How long can the boy live on with all these turmoil in him?

The taper is burning in its full brilliance with the wax all around it melting,

And the boy tries to sell his soul to keep the flame burning.

Is it all too little, too late?

Will the boy’s wish never come true?

Uncontemplating, both the father and the son keeps on believing the big hoax

And let their dreams waver like a broken rogue twig amidst a gale!

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