A dream ricocheting along the subconscious A recurring eventuality in the past An unfulfilled expectation A built up lacking conclusion An entangled memory of confused sentimentality A missing resolution A pervasive vexation A silent pursuer An eerie escape A nightmare.
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May be I should go back a little, take a few steps back May be it was better yesterday, yes yesterday it was I may have crossed a line again, invisible they always are I may have flipped the pages too quickly, in eagerness or urgency I may have read the signs wrong, signs they
Holding the pen at two in the morning Thoughts convolute at the fag end of the mind Dots refuse to join Fingers quiver in weary exhaustion Eyes wander in desperate amazement Blank sheets Redundant poetry And the same realization Given it all Too early Already.
Something is broken That nerve damaged perhaps That verve forgotten Something eludes me Something very significant. It returns in phases, I can see It can see me I can’t keep it Or does it prefer to flee.. Everything is turning hazy It is growing inside me This persistent vacillation And unmistakable circumvention. I am not
Have you been fretting… incessantly? Have you been suggesting… silently? Have you been crying… inaudibly? Have you been alone… increasingly? Have you been drifting… steadily? Have you moved on… already?
The wallpapers turn stale The texture had devoured your fragrance… The books grow soggy The pages had felt your breath… The windows scream The panes had seen you leaving… as I live by what you had said as I forget what I had been as I choose to see it as I stay put as
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Pent up emotions A whirlwind of expectations The vacuum of anticipation Surrogate designation Embryonic something Lost the desire to be born Looking for peace, Round and around. The end of another year Faces to be replaced (Stay detached, they say, They are not to stay) Lessons learnt, and yet No lessons learnt The hope of
I saw him in another man much older than he had seemed when I saw him last My eyes went back to his face repeatedly Why did he look familiar? Would he have aged in the same way? Texture of his skin was much smoother, sagging had just begun, hair not all white He left
The intuitive bonding The telepathic murmurings Fights disappointments realisations Silent shrieks Loud silence And yet The looking for the voice The warmth The touch The story tied safe in folds The new and the old.
