Rusted

 

An old bike sits in my garage.

It is covered in dust

and barely does it look nice.

One day it shall rust.

It was my favourite once,

I used to spend hours on it

riding through my favourite paths,

when suddenly it started to break down,

delayed my every plan.

I could no longer go around

and felt like a different man.

Everything has a life span.

 

When something/someone denies you from being the best version of yourself, understand that their time in your life is now over.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

I woke up next to you

Finally that morning had come.

My eyes knew what they were about to see.

For before going to bed yesterday,

I knew it was meant to be.

It took us years to get together,

Years that felt like centuries.

But this feeling couldn’t get any better.

So many bitter-sweet memories.

Your eyes were just like mine,

Bright and happy and no longer wet.

And therefore this morning is oh so fine,

For there are no Teardrops on my pillow set.  

 

I want to try something here. I urge all my readers to kindly post their understanding from the said lines in the comment section. 

Play Fair. 🙂

Just curious and hey, no one can be wrong for that’s the beauty of Poetry.