She still exist...

He looks at her, in his eyes..all there is an imploring desire and lonely,
He tries to utter, but all his words Swift away silently,
Engulf in the moment, ' hi there', that's all he could muster and glides away quietly,
He indulge in reminiscence, all he could summons, her.. Faded face and it is blur,
Her odour blends with his remorse which he has buried secretly.

Every thought has been captivated by her presence contemporaneously,
Like a rider of tide of far island he has embodied a pain of cry upon his breze which he inhales unselfconsciously.

He pictures her and pours onto the Canvas of memory.. only to tear it apart and stands towering upon it mournfully,
He keeps desire to forget her just before conscious betrays him and he remains staring his reflection accusinly.

Wore numbness upon the flesh of yesterday he strides across the brink of past and stares down at the stream of consciousness spitefully,
drops into unfathomable abyss just before hope caught him and Nestle his every ounce of pain and sew beneath the fur of tomorrow but still awaits her heartily.

He awaits an endless night infinitely for long lost memory of her, sown in his breast an unfathom dolour.
Amids an abandoned Stygian bode he travails her visage in tenebrous void,
Bestrew perfidious glaive scribes plumbless wound,
Slumber steed - tarry Zephyr - wreathe swain and rended poesy.

Her darkling countenance dribbling upon the bowl of fervid thirst, he quenched it,
And summons his asunder heart.

Might not a wind hearken as he beseech... Seeks her in vain,
Might not a deserted barque steer even it's forsaken by an helmsman,
Might not it hit an uninhibited strand, even it's  an unknown aurora dawned in an untrodden dell.
Ungaze firmament, unheard silent, time stood stilly, it laves his vigil   stare, but still a vast ether can't dulcify his pierced hope.

Owe it back what you had abandoned!

Drained hope! It is to be what I was once before,
Can't rise a child twice,
Every second exist for The very moment like a drifting ice,
Once sailed, it is condensed to once lived lore.

Stained in me 'past me' like a dust,
Like a broken string, can't replace... Can't mend,
Still echoes it's theme, far off... still alluring, still lust.
Abandoned it - I had, dream, can't heal it's dent of pain, can't quenche it, can't end.

Path might get astray,
What I was has build who I am,
It's dark, I tripped, and drowning, against all odds, will still muster to wham,
will owe what I had abandoned, he had led a way,
will going to stay, no matter what am not going to betray.

Drenched with tiredness, the beauty of it.

Sweat run down upon my efforts,
Like a dew it is clinging upon my body.

It's odour engulfing me, drowning me when every ounce of passion bursts,
I am tired, fatigue which I wore, I embody.

Sink in it- I am- it is tracing down my every path of consciousness.
In it I am drenched,
An urge to be better,
It's every bitter taste, I have quenched,
The temptation to give up must be fetter.

It's the beauty of beholding that every seed have been swoed,
Let it cleansed the failure... perhaps - dust of past,
Let pain be felt, don't shackle it, let it remain roared,
Upon the bough of fatigue sprout an ecstasy don't let it avast.

The moment before I give up

Dawn rise like everyday....huh yesterday
I have been listening to every single breath before it gets away,
The moment before I give up, hovering between my zone and befall which inevitably remains at that bay,
Every puff of my consciousness utter me to stop..huh give up that's what it always has to say

I rather daresay desire to break down upon the palm of unknown,
Beyond the realm of possibility, I dare to sail to the realm of doubtness.. ignorance is a mist upon which I must own.
The moment I decide to give up is the moment of certainty,
That I no longer behold anything but vast sea which pronounce to engulf me upon her bottomless depth, must I not let go of the certainty.
Must I not behold my fall, before I rise...let me drown into her.. the summon of last stand.