Thursday, April 28, 2011

One of those days...

Its one of those days when the sun sets
In the morning and the moon is eclipsed
At night. The seas and lakes are like a
Murky film of oil floating on astral forms.
A day when suddenly happiness and joy
Fizzles into a despicable air of heavy gloom
With menacing abruptness. Even the shade
Beckons you and then pushes you away with scorn.
The distant phobia lingers in again like the
Unexpected ring of the telephone wired to my
Brain and being. Like you- my spine who holds
Me up straight and then suddenly pushes me away
Making a reptile out of me. Its one of those
Days when the dusk is dawn and the dawn- dusk.
The last ingredient in this potion of misery
Was added with an ever so precise stealth but,
Unintentional nonetheless. A sudden rise of thorn
Between our sheets out of nowhere, from the
Sleight of your hand and straight into my injury.
Thy will has been done whoever you are.

A perfectly adorned evening, poised to be ever so
Sweet and passionate, doused by the sands of
Infallible nothingness. Without reason, without
Mercy, without a name. Just tore everything apart,
Made nothing out of everything and everything out of
Nothing without us being the cause. This itch never
Ends though the lines have ended.

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