A Sepia Vision of Life

A day goes by, unnoticed

Like the bloom of a fragrant bud

Sigh! Can I, now that its beyond?

-Oh how I wished for this day-

Faded colours and melting lines

Faces sweeter by forgotten years,

Moments cuter by forbidden errors of past.

A perfect sepia day- but went unnoticed.

A Sepia Vision of life

Want to be reborn- yearned a desire within,

Burned my will and memories.

Left nothing but grey ashes and dark soot-

Yet another image- this one for my tombstone.

Sure clouds'll gather, and rains pour.

For I can smell a storm in the dusk.

I'm used to seeing days pass, 

Making way for storms unawares.

Yet when a day goes by,

What can a man desire,

Whose life had nothing but love and its worries-

Come, night, embrace me in thy cold.

Here ends unnoticed days,

And unforeseen storms, to be sure.

I got my sight- in sepia though.

Of faded colours and melting lines...