Melancholic Heart

As the night creeps in and the
Moon wane out, I prefer to
Sing my heart on the tunes
Of melancholy, a rusted heart
Learnt new ways to flush out
The hate from its corners,
I’m hard as stone now,
Distances and passion for
Things can no longer invoke
Any feelings, I lost my years
Just like ash withers away from
The glowing dead bodies,
The well of my tears
Dried up, as soon as I learnt
About their plans and evil designs;
I lost the smell, touch
And the taste of my skin,
A fear always lingered over
My head turned prematurely grey
Finding no way out from this cage,
I burned down the bridges
And towers that lead towards
Thy alleys and lanes;
Now as I sit with my freedom,
I breathe in air without any
Pungent smell, of thy jealousy.
Old memories only produced,
Whirls of smoke, burning all
The way from the very start.