Ninth.

     She had left his life as easily as she  had come.  The ripples in the water gave the only proof that he was sitting by the lake.  He didn't even realise he had slipped into the memories of the past while watching the swan move it's neck graciously towards him. He felt like reliving her scent,  her hair that tickled his face in the wind,  her smile for which he could die thousand times over. And still feel complete than any other person alive on earth.
     He let out a sigh. The swan moved a bit closer towards him.  As if it understood exactly his plight. Telling him to move on 'coz its a long life.  But he wanted to hold back everything they had together.  All that she did to him unknowingly when she looked at him. All those words she would whisper into his ear. All those words he never really heard. They merely left an entrail- a sound, which always managed to reach his heart.  He was always so lost when they met, he knew everything even before she said it. Those words, they hardly ever mattered.
     He thought the swan muttered something.  But there's no way the swan could talk,  he decided. Or maybe it laughed at his inability to forget. Or maybe it wondered how beautiful things that ended won't hurt. Or maybe it just got distracted by the sudden drizzle. But then, for the swan,  her love will always be a puzzle. 

Eighth

We covered a thousand miles on earth,
We scourged every heaven, every hearth;
We rode the winds, we played the seasons,
We searched for everything, but the reasons.

We loved, we lost, but we stood for the cause,
We braved the stage worthy of an applause;
We hustled, we hunted, we dreamt although we crashed,
We keep now those memories burnt and stashed.

We loved what we lived so we could get it right,
We fought every battle, we won every fight;
We always move on, we ignore the past;
But with the light come the shadows they cast.

We spent sleepless nights searching all the missing parts,
We found them lying, at the bottom of our hearts.

Seventh

Undo the spell and take away all your thoughts,
They burden my heart now as your life I leave,
Even the lies are way too sick of convincing,
And faking themselves in the game of make-believe.

Don't hold my hand firm enough,
But pull me off the trance forever;
I may not want to let u go,
But that will be my mind, not wanting to know.

You'll  understand that our paths maybe dont cross,
But you need to feel my pain in walking parallel besides you,
A hundred beautiful things the heart can ignore,
A single grief, however, always easily breaks the soul.

Sixth

I feel like I am trying to mend a picture,
That may not look good when it comes back together;
Just the pieces of our hearts are scattered too apart for a fixture,
And I doubt if I'll ever again get to see them forever.

Blown in the storms of misgivings they were,
Shattered in the darkness of lost nights;
Burdened by the memories they share,
Of everytime when we gave in not wanting to hurt the other,
They tell now the tales of all those lost fights.

With you miles away from me,
I will wake up to a morning which didnt follow a night;
Also the one which doesnt seem to open up to a new day,
'Cause without you- the pieces- they just dont fit the right way.

Fifth

Resort to the sails which in tempests stay high,
Where tranquil holds so firm in the blue;
Where it gets so difficult to distinguish,
The sky from the water, by their hue.

Flow not in the glory of successes,
For the troughs will be as deep as high the crests are;
The oceans wrath, but to make known your worth,
Let the wound be a lesson, and not a mere scar.

Fourth

Words fail me this Wednesday morning,
As the sea strikes furiously the rocks below our feet,
Trying to leave its imprint for ever it seems;
Or maybe, wondering, how long till they break.

But they dont fail anything as much as they fail themselves,
There's something to this,
That it cannot be said,
Something within this,
That is only to be felt.

The sea winds do wipe  away the time spent in your absence,
Melting it in the warmth of your being,
Leaving nothing between us unrealised,
Turning into desirable every moment to come,
And yet not wanting to end this memorable one.

Third

And when away the ever-engaging butterfly takes off,
Once the burning flame has distanced itself,
Settles in a mild flutter of emotions
Hazy, unclear, more like a riddle,
Epitomizing the uncertainity
That has ever since been denied.

All you feel though is that the flame didnt flicker,
And ponder later on the feeling being a trojan horse,
Beautifully disguised,
Inexplicably dark it could have been inside,
But you tread with no dread,
Because you cannot lose your way on a path never known,
Or even gather back all the love,
Already, to where it belongs that has flown.