My Wandering Soul
Have been wandering with a mad, wanderlust in my head
A worm burrowing deeper deeper harder
Forcing me, sometimes torturing me
To wander, aimlessly, aim-fully, with disdain in my heart
Across areas I wander, drive sometimes, listening to
loud music, blaring from the thundering speakers of my car
My sole companion, a mute spectator to the intensity of the night
Of promises not made, of love made, and of emotions exchanged
Hormonal rushes doused, to be aflame again, to be stoked till
the heart's content be satiated...
A fuzz, a buzz that pushes me, keeps forcing me to think, obsess
on the sparkle of the eyes, of the whiteness of the teeth,
of love unspoken but displayed, of passion exchanged over a mere touch
Words flow like a torrential river, sometimes each drop spitefully spew venom
Love, hate like co-brides, inhabit my self, containing within themselves
an intense intertwining of emotions and sentiments, creating an inextricable
bondage, making me catch my breath, forcing me to gulp air...
Mouthfuls of air...
Like a fish that is picked up gingerly and thrown on rocky dunes and left to die,
I thrash around, life ebbing away slowly...A hand comes by, picks me up softly,
running a finger on my scratched surfaces, life force runs through my entire being,
making me alive, alive, alive...
I thrash around, life ebbing away slowly...A hand comes by, picks me up softly,
running a finger on my scratched surfaces, life force runs through my entire being,
making me alive, alive, alive...
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