To the god that was

To,

the god that was

I try my best

To think of you without thinking of myself

But forgive me,

if on a dreary night,

I can't help but think of you and only you

and your eternally transient demise

The images that I once held dear

And To watch their embers disappear

I try my best to hide my tears

Inscribe them in the rain's Embrace

I try my best

But forgive me,

if my smile isn't as true as it used to be,

if I bow down to you and not steal a glimpse

I know it must be difficult for you,

me not being the same,

but trust me,

I try my best ,

to bury these shattered pieces of glass

deep within my feet,

walking off the paths on which

You were meant to be

But forgive me, if somehow,

a few drops of blood drip down to you

Dew drops on Dead leaves

left behind on your 'path of truth'

I try my best

To gaze at the moon and not feel your gaze too

But forgive me, if on a lonely night

When the moon is just too bright

I look at it the way I looked at you

Beyond the fog of faith

Beneath the mist of death

I'll try my best

To look at the stars and not think of you

But forgive me, if a solitary star pulls me to it's core

And forgive me when I can't take it anymore

And burst into a supernova of tiny dew drops I collected — waiting for you.

Yours