In the smoky ascent of
Pent up passion spent
At cooler altitudes
Common sense prevailed
And cloudy cloying regrets
Began tremulous descent.
At first salty pearls of precipitation
Precise honesty lucent
And then opaque, foggy with
maelstrom of memories
The kind that are not
for putting away
In treasured hope chests
Like bridal trousseau
But effervescent salts that
you could never contrive
to curb or contain.
The anchors of
Control swept aside
Floodgates bursting
cascading crescendo
Falling acceleration
Of acrimonious calumnies
Descent into torrential
Madnesss.
Alone
This is the forever place
I founded and carved
This hollow scooped out shelter
The sad notion of my being.
Forever emptiness
till relinquished of duties
of future and the
travesty of choices.
Life leads me by hand
From loneliness
To greater loneliness.
The pinnacle of my
Existence an annihilation
Of the self generated
Image, the persona
I impersonate.
What's me and
Constitutes myself
As meaningless
As squiggles in the squishy
Sand washed off
The shores
Of life forevermore
Never to return
Or repeat the
Self same patterns of yore.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016.

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