A Letter To The Presence I Used to Know

By C.Vedaakshar

To the presence I used to know,

I feel gelid in a quite tropical day

to write these words with much dismay.

I found your trinket

on my way to the hills of winket,

I found it wet

may be because of the tears that I wept.

Reminds of those memories 

which I should have let slip.

Those memories which

made me write this script.

The ink of my pen fades as I write

like my life fades as I fright.

Maybe its time to say farewell

not just to you but to my life

filled with agony.

I’ll let the divine decide 

if we’ll meet again or not,

Me, a blot on a vessel of life

ready to be wiped.

By C.Vedaakshar