Biased


Answer just echoing in question, dissolved in dilemma
I'm the enemy, not used to love and emotions
Victim or not make a decision 
People tend to choose alternative
But dear spring you provided elated winds
Embraced by shade and the cheerful leaves
Still said the partial poet
Tickling the pages wrinkled from ages

Beloved spring you're beauty is divine, companion to weak 
Always blazed to sparkle mercy, kind is your heart but powerful is rhyme
Can't thank you less yet can't be obliged 
Forget me if you can, do accept my apology
Biased as they say, But I love the autumn more
As it always knew precisely where to plunge the dagger
Not you madame 

When you're branches will be empty, when you'll shiver with cold
When you'll be naked and vulnerable
Darling We'll meet in that abode
Holding your root even in debris 
Consoling you're pinnacle dissolved in melodies
Polishing and preparing you're twigs for the sun's first kiss
Grabbing you're branches
Always fighting together, however strong the gale could be

Forcing the question to reveal answer itself
Just staying alive, Harboring dark Recess of horror and violence 
Till it rains, Till the buds flourish
Cuckoo will obviously sing again

Don't you worry dear
I'll leave you in the lap of spring
She will came like a god angel 
Wiping out everything I had
And you'll be young and beautiful again

Alas I won't be able to see you green 
Alas I won't be able to climb till acme
Don't come close, it'll be hard to separate
I'm suffering, the friend of hard times
Will meet again, as happiness is bound to betray
Mayn't witness your benevolent smile
But I'll be there in lament cries

See you, my friend, see you in autumn again

Do remember me, I'm just not that bad
Standing between man and the poet
Standing there from ages

Poetry is gifted only to extremes,
Either in abundant elation or in lament melancholy
That's why I found it difficult to shift towards profound happiness
Afraid to fall in hysteria losing my unbiased sadness 


By- Kshitij Sinha
28/3/2017



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