Resurgence..

Feelings,toppling;
leaving back an oblivion,
with torn and tormented reflections,
shredded in to bits,
later to disintegrate in to grains..
The flecks fly away as dust,
with nameless winds of emotions,
passing across me;
like strangers..
The remnants of 'me';
with left overs of your memories;
dissolves in to the air,
dissappearing in an inexplicit,
inescapable,unknown world,
which is infalliable;
where rights and wrongs never reach..
Then the cycle of reformation moves ahead,
again; leaving back to me; my turn,
to return as a cloud;
formed from the vapours of tears,
dripped and spread all over,
on the clay of my thoughts,
hopes and dreams,
which refused to absorb it..
Now it is my task,
to revert as a new moon,
leaving all the dead scars,
of all faded colours and withered moments,
behind,
pushing them beyond the edges,
in to the infinity,
and resuming the weaving,
again from the torn ends..