'Ruse of falling stars'

What does the heart want?
Is it the hurt of a reach lost?
A world anew or the fact that it was long lost?
The past haunts, runs amok like frost giants,
In this world of my fragmented past,
It is a light and I became to be the match burnt out.

If a lantern wobbled its flame, would my gush blow it out?
Would my treason reason with me tonight instead?
The moments that once lived and lasted;
Would the heart reignite it back to life again?
With a genie’s touch, I became the morbid lost years,
Dark was the night always, but my fears morphed with the sunrays!

A dystopia or a world weaved in its ripples?
A peep, a chapter or the reflections marauding a whiskey’s paint?
The things that it wanted are now poison in my veins.
A running gauntlet, an executioner’s chopping block,
the noose of a hangman or in the sleep of a less tired,
would the reels play it slow for once? Say, freeze me a frame?

I wear a sweater knit of memory lapses,
would the winds of change be for once kind instead?
Million smiles, all gets buried when the heart sees its epithet,
“Here lies a kindle hearted who never knew what his heart wanted”