Euphoria

His right hand was dead,

Blood oozing out through his vein;

He felt numb 

And contented. 

His whole life flashed by 

In euphoria unparalleled.

The long walks down the dimly lit lane,

The fleeing when time had crossed its bounds.

The graffiti on his arms he cherished. The smile,

Breath-taking to say the least. He believed

She and he were meant to be.

Together and forever.

And then, he came back, 

To the world that now knew no pain.

By and by, he shut his eyes

Never to open again.

Yet, his heart still beat,

For the woman for whom he paved a bed

Of a colour richer than a Marshal Niel.

He remembered that day.

The fireworks shone brilliantly,

Welcoming a new year to oneself.

And this was a new year that'd be the worst 

For all the hopes he'd piled on, were shattered.

And he had not the courage to build them again.

Days post, they met again, her smile

Lit him up. An emotion

So strange it were

To cry and smile together.

A week that'd been the most magnificient of all, 

And yet on the day it was last, she broke him

Her heart was for someone else: the person 

She loved. And he stood there, yet again, dumbstruck.

Tears rolled down his eyes as 

A smile he braved for her

To be happy was all he'd hoped 

For her.

Since then his eyes and heart

Craved for once a sight of hers.

A futile wish, he knew, for

She didn't care at all for him.

And thus, his wrist bleeds

A red that's not just his blood

But an ocean of emotions and pain engulfed.

He shuts his eyes for ever.