The innocence that we leave behind is stolen by evil and devilish hands
Evil and devilsh hands that strewn through the velvet ash of the lost, fallen and helpless
The lost, fallen and helpless souls left without a spirit to guide them
The spirit that haunts our own existence, taken back by the innocence of being

60 feet above the ground,
When you look down
Upon the days gone by
All the memories, the only thing you have left.

Remember those days,
When the world was mystical, beautiful; so innocent.
And now, today, here 60 feet above
The unchanged world, changed within you
Its mystery and innocence lost with each day gone by.

The heart is heavy,the wind cold and calm;
Reminiscent of those spring days.
Take a deep breath, drown yourself in those images,
Smell this day, calm like a bomb.

You look above, one last time
Say 'Goodbye' to the clear Sky, (you miss the clouds)
And then fly off, let gravity take you over to a better place.

Walking alone along the street,
He wears the headphones like a crown.
Too proud; he doesn't smile to greet
Any chance soul he happens to meet.

His heart skips a beat; that song -
A key to memories from an era bygone.
He takes out his phone, turns it on,
Wishing for a message or a missed call;
Nope, no such luck...no luck at all.

No metaphors required, its as clear as day
He has to do this, there's no other way,
Lost in translation, he can't find
Words to speak out his mind.
Her goodbye is still fresh in his memory,
His goodbye fresher still in his mom's.

He wears his crown with pride,
And keeps walking with a nervous strides.

The cranky sound of the rusty gate,
Proclaimed that I might have been too late;
In paying my visit to an old mate.

I wavered ahead to the front door;
Where the rusty lock that the house wore,
Stated that the occupants lived there no more.

I turned around, and might have thought my memory
Had tricked me in making a mistake;
But the sight of the distant blue lake,
Made it clear that none such was made.

With a heavy heart, I commenced to walk away;
When the lone sound of a crushed leaf,
(For there were many on the lawn astray)
Made me pause a moment; and look beneath,
And reflect upon my latest grief.

In the shade, under the trees, in my garden of gloom;
I was enjoying a  quiet solitary afternoon,
Accompanied by the wind and the flowers that bloomed
Among my lovely weeds that had grown too soon.

While getting acquainted with these elements I had found,
I heard from my porch a curious sound
Of nervous flapping of wings, and an eventual thud.
"A bird...it probably hit something", I thought;
And rose, dropping my rose, and turned around.

From a distance, I saw the poor soul fight
To fly off the ground, flapping with all its might.
As I ran up to where it struggled, it seemed
For a moment that it would succeed;
And for a few seconds, it was indeed in flight.

My delight was short lived though,
For soon its wings ceased movement; I saw
It fall through the air and land beside my feet.
The bird was quiet, even as I carefully lifted it
From the ground; and that's when I came to know,
That it was lifeless.

A wonderful evening I spent, trying in vain
(Wonderful, for I was alone with the sound of rain)
To find a word that would describe you,
And by some luck rhyme with 'pain' (that’s my pain) too.
Though I had my doubts about what I stood to gain,
Devoting my precious loneliness to your memory;
I understand now it was a hope that you'd someday see
That we could have been happy, if for once you believed me.