The Snake with Red Mouth - Golden Leaf

 A solace of ambiguity and the betrayal that follows
The cigarette you began with and that last drag....so void and hollow
So dismal and dejected a thirst you swallow...A quench you hold to
A closure that you haunt a path long gone and forgotten
An ambush disguised as mutiny...A coup of structural dichotomy
You were there and you saw it all...You rattled and tenderly you slinked
I wonder what brought you here...The snake with the red mouth
A nemesis I long witnessed a genesis of my burnt creation
I knew it's you...Till the dismal vicinity, it has always been you
That fallen golden leaf...Those arid winds...A wild tranquil chase and the starry night of brittle flames
I'm ready I said...Isn't it the moment...The moment you await
The vicious poison of affinity...The ordeal I beg
The gloomy eyes...The scale of cosmic lines...Fangs stone cold
The split tongue of emotions...Whisper the harmony of lost and deprived
You said it'll rain...you said the cascade of monsoon will burst this autumn
A chain of events will be triggered...The butterfly will finally fly an extra mile
Yet distress I inhale, the road to the castle has made me lose the trial
The prophecy is a lie a curse of filtered miscarriages, will I be born?
The snake with the red mouth...A voyage disguised as flickering lights
In the whirlpool of waves I dive, deeper and deeper is the surface of nocturnal maritime
Your strangle is futile...A tight rope of distant knots a fetish to unite
The blood is yours a path with mist a beach under the midnight sky
It's blue and it's gullible, it'll listen to you, it'll follow you
It'll spread and mutilate in no time you'll be me and in a distant memory I'll slither
We'll meet but our paths won't collide
I knew it's you...Till the dismal vicinity, it has always been you

By- Kshitij Sinha
21/04/2021

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