A Journey Of Unexpected Expectations

Tomorrow was a different day and yet it was different indeed
With the only difference of being kind enough to present a genuine scream
Although not being a great believer but for once I accepted the accusations of being real
Capable of maintaining the flow not drowning yet sinking upward in the turbulent metaphors
Don't comprehend yourself as the tears joked
A masterpiece of cause and effect in chaos
Holding the dilemma of everything that passed by
Not being judged by the passerby
Today they didn't ignore, as there was a guilt of willingness
One I fought for in abandoned shrines
One, the verdict always rejected every time
I, fortunately, woke early today instead of hiding behind the gala of secluded menace dreams
I felt the courage of facing the reflection, now in reality
Today only to be surprised and obligated
As an eternal paradox rose from the atrociously decorated ashes
Finally, delusion sprinkled the amalgamated drops of drunk essence
I'm yours, a prisoner without a single pact signed a single bullet fired
A night full of secrets and conversations concise in brackets
Without full stop, without any commas inverted
It's not like I bleed a lot, it's just I bleed in unitedly broken fragments
Just spreading the fragrance of lily and orchids
The velvet petals you caress never noticing the abandoned pollens
Never healing the parched roots of bewilderment
Watered by the wishful hopes of belongingness
Somehow all you see are supernatural paranoia filled with remorse
Strangling miserably in narrow passages
Lucidity locked inside the exploitation of nutshell
I wish never to witness the tomorrow
Exploding into long remote yet always unoccupied miracle of fondness
Attached to the monsoon of sorrow countrified as autumn of beginning coarseness
Wonder what I have become? what I strived for? What I came for?
I wonder whether flattery works to ease the rhyme
The tune of empathy, I sing to meet the echo's
The slithering fireworks peeking at the doorway, with always welcoming bells
A piece of heaven residing my carved nameplate
Mesmerized by the sabotage of solitude and sedation
My soul just like the melody of randomness
A paragon of defeated nakedness
My skin, My emotions & the vibrance over my face
The vulnerable constant peeling of everything that remained
Every day another part of my epitome happily dissolved the poison
In the whereabout catacombs of seductive violence
For me, unlike the maple tree, there would be no spring in which I would blossom.
Just another woman, comforter of deserted and dejected
As what I lost, I lost forever
An incomplete threshold of fragile sensitiveness

By - Kshitij Sinha
22/7/2017

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