as i move through

Sometimes I muse. Muse over the beginnings. Beginnings of lives and relationships. The complications that follow. The gaiety that comes along. Sometimes I ponder. Ponder over the endings. Endings of lives and relationships. The grief of abandonment. The tears that flow. The beginnings and the endings. How inevitable are they! How amusing! How heartbreaking! They form histories; Make things whole and complete. They bring moments of bliss. Often leave scars of tragedy. At times, they build dreams and hopes. Sometimes they bring down all that was ever built. But that makes up everyday, that makes living.

I don't know what magic you've learnt. I don't know what tricks you've known. You have a control over me. You own a large empire in my fragile heart. You make me trust you and hope on you. You disrupt my thoughts and self control. You create squabbles within me; to hold on or not. You charm my heart and make me love you. That's not the end, is it? You dismantle my feelings; mislead my trust. You break me down; leave me alone, abandoned. You bring the storm back; turn everything dark and grey. You gorge my heart with melancholy; make my love go stray. I didn't know why, still don't. You seemed like an angel in disguise. You appeared as an oasis in my desert. The truth, however, was not so. You turned out to be a mirage, a haunting ghost.