From Hell to Hello

And she said yes,

silently, trembling because to be

fickle would instigate a new thought,

a new pain, and still she said yes. 

The daylight whispers

no

and she believes the

logic and formality.

Because a thought

with no home cannot be kept clean.

A thought alone drifts, dirtying itself and

becomes an action.

Her thoughts shrink down, pressuring

her until the sun winks out and dies.

The night sings yes and screams

with red-teared eyes as her

thoughts stop living for a breath

and still she says yes. 

As the night repeats over, refusing 

to breathe its last until the sun 

suffocates the black with the yellow-orange 

tint that says:

"Hello again" and 

"No, not again."

But she keeps turning until

yes and no are the same thought, the

same day until no time breaks up one

from the other and so the earth keeps spinning,

never saying yes, never thinking no;

Lost in the wonder of thoughts and fate.

Reviews

[aditya gawade]

A nice poem. The thought you have conveyed is complex and really nice. It's a really well written poem, Although i do feel it could have been better had it been more simpler! Still, it's a nice poem with good structure and imagery. Keep Writing! :)