The Unfinished Signatures

like the blinking eyes 
of a soft heart, 
the maiden stars
were preparing for the night
i was trying very hard
yes in my desolate exile
to draw her sketch
with few words of 
love and sympathy
passions and desperations 

like the mystery 
of the fairytales
the night was unfolding 
it’s purpose
i was trying to figure out
her footsteps, silent calm
yet confident in giving me
a surprise, I would like

like the roaring waves
of the oceans dancing naked 
to waltz around with the shore 
i was in my dream
to uphold my song
of a forlorn soul
for an engaging night 
of the stars blinking still
for an epic to stage
amidst the ruins of the hopes

like the unknown dewdrops
of the forgotten nights
my songs dissolved
in pains and grief
her sketch remained 
hazy in doubts and disbeliefs
frozen kisses remained dumb 
with the unfinished signatures …

20th April’ 2019