Shattered are the pillars

Shattered are the pillars, on which I now stand,

A fool I was to feel they can never be demolished!

Today off late but still early, at least I know

That constancy is so unnatural!

Walking in the garden of my memories,

Pampering my nostalgia,

I was so calmly yet redundantly,

Believing my own world to be true

Suddenly   I could smell something strange,

Something burning!  Something soft ablaze!

Like a deer I was hunting the path of the odour

Perplexed I was, unaware of the origin of the flames,

My eyes filled with smoke, my breath sinking.

And alas!  Finally I could see it

My soul reduced to a heap of ashes!

Miserable!  My legs were shaking,

I could not stand anymore, at all

I fell down on my knees..

 What I saw was unbelievable,

Me dying in front of my own eyes,

All strength that I had amalgamated,

All courage that I had mustered all these years,

All life that I had annealed in my breath,

All music my heart had composed,

Everything along with my soul and me was dying.

Who had killed me?

 Was it the trust that an acquaintance broke?

Or the love that I lost as easily I had got?

Or the harsh words of a friend,

Those made me tremble terribly?

Or a false belief that everything stays as it is.

My urge to sustain in the past,

The shadows that I lived in

And my love for the lost,

Yes! All this had assassinated me!

Ah! My soul reduced to a heap of ashes!