Cold

The lines of real and unreal,
Fade away into oblivion-
Cold fingers grip my heart,
As the numb finger tips cradle
A cold coffee cup.
The hard eyes- devoid of emotions,
Stare across the miles,
Turning the pages of HIStory.
Wondering - Pondering-
Wandering.
Amazed at the mazes,
That had been woven for so long.
Questions linger-
The more comprehension
I seek,
The more entrenched I get in the selfish muddle.
Lips pursed- in a blue line.
Code red flashes in my brain.
Logic and Love act at loggerheads-
To believe or not to believe.
Cold winds rustle my mind-
Yet refreshing nothing-
But throwing me deeper in thoughts.
I wish I could turn back time.
'Coz despite the confounding twists and turns
Of an empty fate-
My happiness remains tied with You.
The 5 years,
Seem nothing but fake and hollow today-
Yet a chunk of me,
Reasons against reasons-
To be still in love with it all.
No hope- all say-
I want to believe-
That the man I had believed above All,
Would still love me deep in his heart.
But he acted like his biological self-
And gave it away- to someone else.
My sorrow- knows no bounds-
Just now settled in a cold slumber.
My eyes, search for his face-
In the crowd.
But hopes despair-
What I cherish - now must perish.
'Coz he had killed it all.
He killed me with him too.
Killed my belief in me-
As my faith in faith itself.
I wish It were not so-
And he could be a man
Cold- dumbs my senses.
I am still in love with him.