I Begin, When I End.

By Neelofer

There’s no evidence to life, there’s no proof to existence

There’s only a perception of seeing black turn pink

A failing attempt to fill in the empty basket with colours of beautiful

To walk over the shadow and to turn on the lights wouldn’t make it easy

The night in my eyes is hid behind the dawn in your eyes

The picture you adore is an illusion of what you’d like to see

Your memory of me is what lives in the mirror of your bedroom

Come, creep into my head for a while, and feel the tremors of denial

The denial to a one time end

With strangers in my head and no sight of you

Every night, is the hardest of all

You feel alive,

I feel the under-current of being alive

”Oh, I see it. Clear as crystal and real as faith,

Sitting by my window,

Swinging back and forth,

With mild jerks of deceiving life,

Up, there, rests my soul

Somewhere in the cloud, closed and locked,

With no key to the front door.”

The doorway to it was build years ago

Beneath my trembling feet

Peeling away the layers of all that lived, loved, laughed

And alive it feels, to out-live the illusion of being alive

”Oh, I see it. Clear as crystal and real as faith,

Sitting by my window,

Swinging back and forth,

With mild jerks of deceiving life,

Up, there, rests my soul

Somewhere in the cloud, closed and locked,

With no key to the front door.”

By Neelofer