I.
In the shadows of my lonely days
Among the icicles of frigid darkness
I looked into your eyes
For an embalmed touch….
Like a steamed kettle over-burnt
You shrugged off emotions
Distant, nonchalant
A quivering flame died out….
II.
Life stumbles on
As a stale marriage
Conditions apply
And selected practicality….
An amphitheatre of dizzy melancholy
Going round and round
Forceps of pain…
In shadows numberless
III.
Insecure deaths
Whirling around the pool of insignificance
Making an existential effort….
To survive.
Memories, lingering memories
A restless easeful death
The snakes of trauma
Wriggling in sunshine…
IV.
To evaporate, to non-exist
Where you and me
Make one, not two
In my ghastly loneliness.
Mossy mind, braided with swampy dinginess
Moist with the toxicity of indifference
Walking barefoot on the pavements of gyrating emotions
Irreversible, irredeemable… making a concord of darkness.
