A Poet's Revenge Poem by Abhay Vignesh Liginlal

All is lost forever
The light has faded from the brink of the horizon
The season of dreams has ended once and for all
There will be no more festivals in my life
I can never rewind my days but should I not love again
Fate has sealed all odds forever,
No drama will be replete with more emotion
Is the poetry about lost love over now
Will I never be loved in life
Does love cease when fulfilled
Can a poet revel in the aptness of only his verse
At least my love was genuine
M poem is a page in the open book of life
Accept these lines as a homage, my love
I cannot reach you through any other medium
Let my unfulfilled love remain, as the wine of my memories,
Look into the eyes of this bard O world
It burns with the fire of hope
Brood in the span of a 100 years
She still will be a distant dream,
Gone are those days when she used to reply
There is no more tear or laughter in life
Shed this burden of love O heart
And bind yourself to a divine tryst
But do you feel that I will be dazed, under the spell you cast till death,
My morning is now fresh as a dewdropp
Which glistens with the vision of many a sleepless hour
Making life a festival in an orb of dreams
This fête is fleeting as the dropp breaks
To shrink and vanish from the world of life,
Until a new rainbow emerges in a second orb
My sleepless hours will keep gathering memories
For such dreams I see in my morning hour.