PROFOUND MEMORIES

When someone tries to create memories;
it all ends,
with the film, ….
playing all over again….
Possibly sunshine;
it might be our only fault in our stars;
I am reciting this time,
And that’s totally insane…

Overwhelming her reckless flaws, …
shattering those unpleasant memories, …
Yes, life was unfair ….
Unfair as her puzzled profanities, …

My heart traumatized, ….
fantasizing,
her surprising fiery eyes, …
Wish I had that one clue ….
Why was she feeling so blue?

Holding a bouquet full of roses, …
Looking towards them and smiling, ….
Blooming the petals with her own tears, ….
She walked beside those silver linings, ….

Her sobbing made my heart cry, ….
she drowned in hate, willingly lied,
love isn’t that easy girl, these days, ….
you can’t keep it forever tied…

It’s obvious, …
Her laugh was suspicious, …
Always making me confused ….
Is it love that’s so ferocious?

She never resisted though, …
And I never asked ….
Things we do for love, …
always lasts ….

Those stars & that breeze,
meant everything to me, …
When my moon said it’s you, ….
I enjoyed happily ….

Foolish people fell in love;
So was me ….
What a melody that girl has….
Perfect strings attached rhythmically …

Stories always ends;
So, does ecstasy…
Remember the Sapphire spot darling…
Such an expressible fantasy…

Your emerald grace, …
My lustrous shrining, …
Purple pearls plays pleasing pace, …
All over your glorious gowning …

Indeed, life was unfair, …
Unfair as her puzzled profanities, ….
kissed by the sunrise together, ….
We commend to certain synergies, ….

Synergies of those memories, ….
That never refrain, …
An invisible shower of dove fountain, ….
Used Love to took the blame, …
From deep oceans,
to high mountains, ….
when those memories overcame, ….
Picture started burning flames, ….
Flames that made the ending, ….
Played all over again, ….

Surely, ….
when someone tries to create memories, ….
It all ends, ….
It all ends with the film,
Playing all over again, ….
all over again….

— — ANGAD SETIA