Dissolve

And then my desire grew pale, my ambition slept weary,
All those discarded days we lived up to now blur my eyes, teary;
And then my shadow refrained from dancing under the street lights,
All those chuckles we decorated our lips with, blissful were those sights;
And then the leaves beneath my feet went dry,
The winds dried my moist cheeks, giving me lesser reasons to cry;
And then my journal showed me what we were and that we were never meant to be,
My dear demon, you and I are a riddle even solitude fails to solve,
For now, let us blend our blacks and whites; in an abyss of grey, let us now dissolve.

- Mukhpreet Khurana