Melodrama

I don't particularly like these, but they got written, so...
Original Song Lyrics ©Ruchira Mandal


The Road

I stayed up all night, started at five

For the road was long and dark

But my pack was light and my hopes were high

When I started on my walk.

And you know that I loved you

I was true when I kissed you

And you know that I’ll never look back.

I stopped at a crossroad, the people were friendly

And my legs had begun to ache

Got used to the warm bed and the meal that came timely

And before I knew I was caught.

And you know that I loved you

I was true when I kissed you

And you know that I’ll never look back

.

The walk got lonely, the air got cold,

The path got high and steep

I posed to be strong and brave and bold

For the fall was way too deep.

And I know that you loved me

You were true when you kissed me

And may be one day I’ll come back.

…

Broken

I wish I could recall

The memories of the rain

But all that I have

Are the damp and the pain.

And what is the weight of emptiness, you ask?

Enough to crush your soul beneath the smiling mask.

I wish I could recall

The ecstasy of flying

But now my wings are broken

And the sky has long been falling.

And what is the size of emptiness, you wonder?

Enough to swallow the world and dig even deeper.

I wish I could recall

The optimism of youth

But now my dreams are dead

No hopes left to soothe.

And what is the smell of emptiness, you presume?

Enough to choke your breath and drown you in the fumes.

I wish I could recall

The lost Golden Age

And go back to the time

Before the emptiness.

And what is the colour of emptiness, have you seen?

You will know it by the sound of words crawling on your screen.

…

Expiry

The hardest part is letting go

When dreams have run their course

And the darkness of the universe

Is pulling you by force.

And you're falling

And you're drowning

You're clawing at fleeting stardust

From the dying of a billion stars in a dazzling lightburst.

The hardest part is letting go

When love has run its race

The magic drink has expired

And the dregs have left no trace.

And you're sinking

And you're gasping

And you're clutching at the ghost hands

Of the spirits of yore long eaten away by the quicksand.

(Stock photo from Getty images)

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