The Spell

The Spell

Feels like a Dream,

Sweet like an Apple,

Forbidden but it Gleams,

Ravishing, irresistible,

The urge to nibble.

Breathtaking – so fragrant,

Ambrosial its every morsel,

Lasting like its petrichor

Gentle but potent, so strong

Is the spell cast on me?!

Sunken deep in its warmth,

Cozy like the feeling of fall;

Astray my senses; risqué intentions,

Not so cold, I'd still need a shawl.

Unfair

Unfair

It pains to be the victim...

of things not under your control;

things you're not responsible for.

It hurts...

when you're kind & caring,

but misjudged for selfishness.

It stings...

when people you care for,

will no longer reciprocate

after knowing you and about you.

It kills me,

to be myself and selfless...

To know that they'll not let go,

not understand, and will forget

how they felt,

only after barely scratching the surface.

It feels unfair...

So unfair!

That my arms were wide open,

For them and all they are...

But theirs closed,

for the little bit of me I shared.

Clueluess

Clueluess

Chez one's, no Longer a Guest.

Soon to be one at other's?

Lurking on the Road, scared,

However, so Bewildered at the best!

At the gates...

Of the Strongest Force,

Entrance or Exit,

Again bewildered where I Fit.

"Get well soon,

It'll pass... and,

Alright, and fine, and okay..."

Ibid.

I have no clue!

It's hazy.

It's hazy.

Cloudy, dark, blue and black

The night makes the city a shack

Hazed so thick the moon is hidden

What's the use if the stars are forbidden

Showers and rumbles

And the snow on the side crumbles

quite, empty and dead

the city was watered, still unfed

The eyes and brain are conspirators big time,

They show and see of their own will.

But it is one that is smart and fine,

that reads between the lines

to realize it's the city what I feel. 

Lifelessly-green and colourfully-dull

Like an abandoned paradise castle

burnt and withered

It makes no sense, even in this unjust world.

Night's Wondering

Night's Wondering

Unsafe, unsure

Unaware of what's happening

Nights that go with endless tears

And wondering...

Lost I feel, in the ocean of emotions.

Vulnerable inside, outside

Suffocation... No room to breathe

Or rest in peace, 4:00 AM in the night,

I feel Sleepless indeed.

Throbbing, the pain, 

In the heart, and the guts...

Sour and sore.

Eyes as wet as a night-sea-shore. 

With rains of pains

And burrows of sorrows

Perplexed I'm 

As to what to follow?

Breathless and awake, 

Unable to sleep...

How many such nights,

Will I actually weep?

Reality: Starring the Earth.

Reality: Starring the Earth. 

Differently,

Vividly,

I...

........

Express, Convey, Show, Live, Laugh and Talk.

Where? Here, the crust; the facade 

of its Massiveness.

That's what the core clads.

And its small, 

customary.

But since mine,

soft, 

delicate 

and 

intricate.

.....

...

..

.

Tailored existence to welcome emotions.

Lower bricks and walls.

Expected better.

Warmth.

........

Hah. Delusional Much!? Weak? 

Dreaming too big?

Flying too high?

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If so, where do I land?

On the unwelcoming crust;

unstable, unbreathable?

Trapped here. In this miserable existence.

In a wooden box, suffocated.

Intoxicated, tied.

Wounded.

Left.

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Let me breathe...

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