A Walk Amidst Clouds

One more day passes
I still stand on charred grass
Staring at the memories gutted down by midnight blaze
Once a beautiful walkway,
Now full of ashen artifacts.

There lies my bed,
Lying on which I used to picture you on the ceiling.
A few steps away is the mirror,
One look at it & you are there,
Right in front of me.

I pace a little more,
To a place where I pictured 'The Leaf'.
Remembrance of the silly talks all abound
Under the murky sky,
my eyes are rivers in rain
Where are you, love?
I am unable to live again.

Walking on the pieces of broken windows
Cutting my feet like a knife
Still nonchalant is my pained heart,
it isn't as bemused,
Shade just a little pale.

The Jackals howling on the moor at a distance,
Canvass of my heart is colorless like no other day.
Another night is almost about to begin,
The rain hasn't stopped though,
Still on rampage are two rivers,
One is in jungle,
The other flows through my eyes.