The wall of doubt that, I with certainty, raised to glory
Stings the heart; my vision, set ruthlessly ablaze;
Sworn to be built, so as not to repeat the story,
Finds me yet again, in a maze within a maze.
What disparity lies, in what all occupies our thoughts:
You and I: do we not cherish only, tiring ourselves to sleep..!
Craving to experience in all consciousness, an illusion
Of a dream; a dream, dear Slumber dare never keep!
To be in a place, so wondrously enchanted
In an instance, where my fairy tale wish gets granted.
The tune David hummed; like a spell
Was cast over those who could listen well:
Love transcended upon the hills;
No vacant notes, no cheap thrills…
Each chord escaping, from his lyre,
Would pierce through their souls, set on fire.
No more was a need for a talk of words:
Nothing ambiguous, nothing absurd.
Sweet winds of favour do have to arise.
So, turbulence of the waves holds no surprise.
I pay attention to your silence more than to your voice:
Your rhythm my focus, whilst blocking all noise.
The mist was deceptive,
Just as the illusion of her that I
Had gotten used to loving,
Fortunately or otherwise.
All that I had imagined to be mine
Was now a mockery of me,
Nothing else, nothing more;
Hence, nothing of good use…
I wonder if things have ‘bad uses’ too!?
And if such a term does care to exist,
It’s been a lifetime of bad uses, I persist
Didn’t you see what became
of the previous bucket list!
Running out of the shower naked,
No eureka moment, but as if electrocuted:
Shame is shamed, not purified,
In the face of a neurosis, denied.
And thus I find no viable excuse
To a lifetime of all that bad use!