Merciless as the night falls, wish I could say good night.
Cunningly, deceitfully, I refrained my tender heart to surrender. There is an
emptiness, in fact a shallowness, torturing me for a long time. But tonight, there is a sudden
need to speak to someone, to touch someone. A need to frame up to a soul, to feel my presence.
Mentally an up thrust, an upsurge to write, to mingle, to socialize. But here I
am again, in the cauldron of my emptiness, awkwardly commanding my inner self to flair up the mood. How
unattractive of me, to package self in the old me. Words are rustic, fading from
all dimensions, no oozing sap of sweetness, with tinge of bitterness. I am finding myself, opened to an inward
decay, to a true inward disintegration; chopping all the thread of humanity. A
sweet poem or snippet, which my heart long for now. Awaiting for a new melody
to plaster the deep cracks of my heart with love. Feeble sensations, cushioning in, and
out. I touch the human shell of me, the outer
rim and into the deep abyss, I cant find my soul, which would care, for benevolence.
In all the odds, you cast by; you`re the moon, and my stars, shining in the black hammock of my heart. A beguiling delight, that have inspired me, to
craft, to write.....
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