Paradox

Maybe my wit has lost its spark,
Sometimes you too seem dull and dark,
It hurts still but not like it used to,
Rubbed in words, feelings and pain too.

Moment this thought comes to me,
A panic strikes and I want to be,
in same old dungeons of gloom and grief,
In trauma of lost love, I find peace.

As if that defines my existence,
Without it I hold no relevance,
In my design, my own universe,
Through this sadness,you & I persevere.

When slowly it drifts away,
My heart lightens, resolution sway,
I shuffle our old picture archives,
Found one where our shadows lie.

And it made some deeper sense,
For those shadows were dark and dense,
But exuded such palpable bliss,
No face or place, just darkness ravish.

Thats when ways of time seemed fair,
We stay together but like shadows in layers,
of past only and pile up new ones,
To preserve the sanctity of my retentions...

Of you, Its most precious to me,
I cant allow sadness to consume me,
Atleast never in your context,
Because you always give, that I respect.

Still I hold on to this desire,
to board a rocketship and fire,
out of this earth with light speed,
Circle the earth, if I succeed.

To go back in time, relive those moments,
Your first sight, song, laugh and tears,
My awe, elation, happiness and fears,
I truly believe, I am clairvoyant.

See how you give me this will to fight,
Your aura so positive, mesmerizing light,
I will prevail and we will outlast,
Sinners have future like saints have past.