“The Sunset Is Beautiful, Isn’t It?“

I didn’t know we’d drift so far,

Two souls once close, now shattered stars.

I never saw the silence come,

Till love grew cold, and we grew numb.

We built so much, but walls stood tall,

And in the end, they watched us fall.

Our final fight, no swords, no cries—

Just broken dreams and last goodbyes.

I thought that storms could never part

The way you curled into my heart.

Whatever came, I'd hold your hand,

Together still—was all I planned.

But fate, it seems, just played pretend,

And love ran dry before the end.

The words you said still haunt my head,

Like echoes from a life now dead:

“The universe is false,” you said,

“It never meant the paths we tread.

The fate rope lied, and love’s not true—

It wasn't real, not me, not you.”

You broke me then, without a scream,

Shattered the last of every dream.

But still I smiled, I wore the pain—

Like dancing in a downpour rain.

It’s okay, my love. I’ll be just fine,

I'll bleed in prose and drown in rhyme.

No more to beg, no more to say,

Just watch the sun sink far away.

And when the world turns dark and dim,

I’ll whisper low, on every whim:

“The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?”

While I fade in the place where we used to sit.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY