Woke up to a languorous day. Brazenly taking a peek inside of me-a rapturous beaten soul-a hollow inwardness. Cunningly smeared me with beguiling fallacies. Pangs of those wry stillness-teases me, ruffles me with progressing anger.
Aghast, oh my dear self.Do you still think of instilling me with your caustic feelings?
Do you still feel to infuse me with your unadulterated loathe?
Please let me know – I am ready to disintegrate myself- I am dying to diverge from my morality and beliefs, just for you.I would gladly surrender myself and return back to my old harlot-my own melancholy. In my deep recess – I can still get lost to find myself again.Weaving a narration- a false blanket of comforting words to ease me down with my own dark nectar of falsified essences.
Roop
