It is dead for now.

Gone is its blemish,

Making my life very low

And leaving it with a skirmish.

It promised me with an eternal bond

Liked it, I kept it with me.

It made my happiness abscond

Leaving me hollow and empty.

Unable I was to recall faces which I saw,

Squeezing my mind with annoyance utter;

While meddling the shudder by its claw

And grappling with my mind’s clutter.

Forget I would, the faces of the past,

Was my wish to save my soul

From the faces which have made me aghast

With excruciating pain, like a ghoul.

Loosing my wisdom and sanity

I embraced it with all my passion

Only tried to recollect the faces of chastity,

Which became my only obsession.

Faces are faces, they know no harm

It is upto us which we behold

Good or bad is of no charm

They only worsen matters making them manifold.

Begone is the past and ahead is the future.

Making my presence an essence with a spurt

And forgo the habit of scourage immature

While fastening the truth of eternity, until the death do us part.