Cycles of Universe !

the dawn of Greece, 

was in my Heart, 

the day of lost love:

I sat by, 

those empty roads, 

waiting, 

just waiting for her, 

by then,

death mocked me, 

into heaviness, 

smoke, blood and tears-

dogs barking, 

to her dead body, 

she was once alive, 

some licked her, in days, 

some ate her, in night

my eyes dimming, &

with my breath falling

it clouded with fear, 

rained with blood;

my tongues thirsty

tasted her blood, 

no apologies

her bones were left, 

along her memories-

my legs were decaying, 

ants crawling, 

and those men in boots, 

at times pushing me down, 

those empty lane, 

where once- 

I sat beside her:

with her words, 

speaking of willing errors-

the play had been played, 

by then 

wisdom divided into infinity, 

she just took zero, 

and I played her, 

impious soul:

she left to bring her a moon, 

left me with her anatomy, 

I solved her love

she played along- into my vertebra:

which had been misplaced;

mathematician she was, 

I was her Pythagoras;

Yes, 

memories- are dead now,

my legs are no more 

I guess, 

a billion ants- had good food after days, 

slowly, 

fading away, 

I find peace, she comes, 

and burns me into emptiness !