Ashes of Broken Promises

The night whispers, the moon drifts in chase,

The garden’s flowers wither, and still longing for your embrace.

Time flee fast, left behind the words you vowed,

Every whisper you gave—I wished was true, hoping it, my fingers crossed.

The promises in your lies,

Left me lunatically tracing scars in the skies.

My heart, pounding upon your cursed name,

Left my soul drenched in dark flames.

With each of your false vows, memories collide,

Tears, scorching down my cheeks, have long since dried.

Choked by the weight of your promised return,

I waited to ashes—since then, I burn.

Your roses now found their destination,

On the deathbed of love’s imagination.

Drenched in despair, marked out to be your melancholy,

The bruises of your burnt love still haunt me slowly.

If heaven could speak and hell could cry,

Would you know you left me—a wandering lost sky?

Forlorn but awake, promises but dead,

I hope karma turns your lies to ashes instead.

Writer: Eiman Asif