(Roamer- The Tale of a Casanova )The Chalice of Patience Spilled!!

Quick and Swift the time runs off like sand in the neck of the hour glass.

Looking through the window in a dark stormy night, my glance shifts from the dancing leaves of the trees to the reflection of the flickering lamp on the glass.

Things of beauty, Joy forever in the words of Sir John Keats, I recalled.

My mind traversed through the dark tunnel of the past few months of gloom to the bright light at the end of the tunnel.

Realized that the time which has swept off the grey shades of my life has suddenly started to make me feel more gloomy.

Day in and Days out, I've looked for the past months' glee to make me feel happy again.

Never I could forget how settled I had felt, never ever I could feel the security when the time was so runny yet the touch was comforting.

The touch was reassuring that things will get better.

The only thing that I regret is the pain and agony I might have caused to the person who I now know has the least threshold for it.

I should've known that not every human has the same power to go on and keeps up his/her words.

And not everybody can understand the pain of shooting the stars with hollow dreams.

Standing and sinking in quick sand ever since I've won her.

Doesn't she know that it was equally important for him to keep her close?

Doesn't she realize it was his responsibility to don't offend the one he owe his happiness.

She didn't wait. She couldn't hold on.

She said it was her fault.

But he says, " It was just their fate, they will get back together and she'll know it."