Ah, Well

Tonight I keep you hidden,
In the broken corners of my dreams.
Caress your face in the fathomless  shadows,
Till I wake with silent screams.

Under a pale shadow-moon
a night-bird flutters ominously.
Winged portent of my soul.
The beginnings of how my heart was rent
to bits by an iron-will.

I put it back : bit by bit.
Futile efforts by a blind Fool.

They tell me that love-bred flowers always die.
Who knew tonight that would fly?

The movie-hall lies abandoned.
Amidst spit-stained walls I sit
Alone
And watch the sad sad re-runs of my past mistakes in black and white.
(Pass me the bloody popcorn somebody!) 

Exams starting tomorrow.
Final lap.
Funnily - zero enthusiasm.
And zero dedication.
Its like I'm running out of charge in the most crucial moment of my career.

Is it because of new entrant- kukkad kamaal!?

Hmmm.