Elegy of Eden....

Such a wreath of us peers, 

Stitching “forever” on the wooden timbers.

Birthed from the rays of the sun, 

Nurtured it with care, such a lack of dearth. 

Holy tears of God blessed us to blossom. 

Earth seemed to revolve now in quarters.

First summer suns, then monsoon comes.

It was our season, befallen were the pines.

The veins of your leaves now run into mine.

You become my ivy, my stones and your shovels.

Ever shining in the summer, pity that you lost to grovel.

We embodied the Tree of knowledge in the Garden of Eden.

The mythology somehow imitated our cursed destiny. 

Oh the humour, You became Adam and I became your Eve.

To the eyes of others, You took your ribs to birth me entirely.

The serpent was disguised as the Father, the peddler of love.

My naive mind torn to trust his inguinal lies, blackened hooves.

Oh our forbidden tree of knowledge, he made me touch.

Oh, our cursed fates entangling, the forbidden fruit he was.

Now the god made us worn, afraid to say that I was yours.

The scenes carry on, how was the serpent love deemed yours?

Crucified around the tree, screams of my soul slowly hone. 

Our spirits absorbed into eternity, transformed into the tree’s stone.

But if we were all cursed, how come I ended up alone?

Now Tyndall flutters through our holes.

We had our flaws but they were all too pure.

The gold shone in to embrace the fake lores.

Florets creeping up to the trunk of our tree.

Left to bleed, poisonous to the sheath.

My parents came to hack it from beneath.

But the worms had consumed us from within.

And now that our trunk was left hollow, 

I have no choice but to embrace our fields of benign sorrow.

I used to think “if we fall, we fall together.”

But now I have grown older to the eyes.

It’s just like when the autumn hits southside.

I was the evergreen tree frozen in ice

And you became the dried autumn leaves fallen outside.

It seems to be the nature’s cycle in life, 

Leaves shed so that the tree can grow in strife.

Our time was so precious to be alive.

But when night dawns and the oxygen falls,

I think you were meant to host my roots.

And I think I was meant to leave your shoot.

It’s the idea of life that entrances me still.

“What could’ve been” will always be still.

But it's just like when the storm hits,

The tree stays, but the leaves perish.

This is me bidding goodbye to our time,

Thrive in what I know will always stay alive.

Nuanced by your mind, my ink bleeds in your eyes.

I love you, grow into the tree we planted together.

My first life, slow should be the pain that will last forever.

I will miss you, We had our vines intertwined for such a woefully long season.

My lost life, But now it’s time to pave our separate farms in this dark night.

Till the end of time, So we can both glisten when the day finds time to shine. 

Goodbye....