If you read this.. it's too late

It was not going well
There was nothing more to think or tell
We did nothing except allowing axe to fall
It was disseverance to nature’s call
I passed through the same sand desert
The wing was slowing blowing with concert
Without you I had no love for rising sun
It was about ugly or bad turn
It reminds me of gently spoken words
They were quite enough to look forward
Dream of a land where sky was generally to meet
The sand was making way for our resolute feet
Soon the cool breeze may evaporate
The night mare may only be left to narrate
The dusty and hot wind may blow
We have resolved to be part and grow
The nature has proved cruel
It has added and fuel
Igniting the wishes with no extinguishers
Where are those all... my good wishers?

Shall I come back again..!
With all flowers in hand to remain
With your close identify for ever
Shall it not stay forever and ever..!
I never back tracked and ran away
It was pulling me far and away
The cool breeze never appealed
All thoughts of desertion got repealed
I know it may be living hell
It may be doom’s day spent in shell
I remember you always and offer a pray
It is neither easy to forget., Nor the days to pass or let
It is not the cruel fate.., We are only easy pry and very late
You could easily speak through eyes
It spoke of everything without any “why..s”
I waited for your nod to reach my ears
It has gone swiftly to hear it for years
I had silently preferred to walk away
It was advisable to watch from distance and stay
The fortune was expected to swing
All happiness and new life was to bring