Long Subdued

Rusty, windy, fallen out of line,

it had been a very long time,

recollecting back from scrap,

trying to get everything back in my grasp.

Wondering, thinking, passion restored or just a faint outburst,

is it those ones of those eye-blinding moments,

or am I really craving again for the thirst,

pitching every word just in line to bind those shimmery ornaments.

Cradled by the ongoings in life,

was unfazed by the ornaments I had left to be woven,

frozen, still, yet so dynamic life had strived,

that I had left the doors for sorrow open.

Had to come out of the cobwebs,

build slowly and gradually steps for the life I had led,

find an entry for the exit I had longed for,

could see the light at the end of the tunnel and I fled.

Here I am back again, same old story,

yet with a different and composed version of the present,

because the past led to many paths and rest was history,

tarnished and shining everything around was pleasant.