Punishment...

Game over.
And now, the next.
Vapors from the ocean become the rain, and the river,
To meet the ocean again.
The clock-hands’ journey never stops.
Honesty was there in all of the love!
Accidents, sagacity, rarity – was pure in them all!
And likewise, the pain.
Fresh.
You weren’t ready to lose even a morsel of warmth.
Do you remember?
Do you remember for the love of no concession you had ruthlessly
Uprooted the very love?
Blemishes of the wounds.
Veils of fear.
Torn, broken dreams.
Yet, intimacy with the self.
Oh it is no less!
And there’s no stopping the destined.
Lashing all vows of toughness
Love comes again.
Slowly.
Silently.
Flooding all resolutions of being cruel, of being indifferent.
Could so easily you tread the path, knowing it would be treacherous?
Is so luring the door to fantasy?
So attractive the silver moonlight?
Could your dreams want to be deceived?
Or they couldn’t, for,
You love again!
You leap again in inanity!
So now, pay for that taste of eternity.
Erect your edifice, against all tempests.
Build your world at the epicenter of the quake.
Leave the ground, for,
You have longed to fly.
You have aspired.
You have dared to love.
There’s no escape!