Reminiscence

A tinge of familiarity strikes

Cigarettes After Sex

An instant addition to my music

I listen in a state of perplex.

The journey follows a similar fashion

Fatal attraction towards the unknown

An ardent desire to unravel the mystery

Tear the differences before they leave you torn.

A cold chill runs down my spine

The lyrics tugging at places forbidden

The handful of your memories buried deep inside

Freely float in the air, no longer hidden.

Captivating powers just like yours

The music seems to have engulfed me in it

Creating a blend of pain and pure ecstasy

I can feel myself getting slowly addicted.

Dance of Distress

Once on top of the pile

Now, beneath several layers

The blue t-shirt clumsily lies

Wanting to dodge her questioning stares.

The look of lament in her brownish eyes

Dates back to the dark dreadful night

Feelings and pleasure traded through barter

Followed by a journey of disgust and fright.

His swift hands moved up and down

Lips were in constant motion

Playing a game she was clueless about

Discreetly, without any word of caution.

Moments of passion followed by apathy

She lay confused in the hall of shame

Deeply regretting her bad judgment

For she succumbed to the wild, ignoring the tame.

Moving on is easier said than done

She patiently waits for the day to arrive

Walking down the road in the same blue t-shirt

A fresh start post quitting the traumatic hive.

Lost Wits

Cruelties inflicted over the years

Hard-hitting hammer or lashes of a whip

Maybe a chisel for the molding piece

Transformed was she, from toe to tip.

Compelled to close the once open gates

Leading to the soul of an unsolved conundrum

The key thrown in a pool of disappointments

Fearing the re-occurrence of another tantrum.

A ball of steel now splendidly strode

Walked the path of life without much diffidence

Forgotten had she about the lost key

Now in the hands of a ferocious fiery phase.

A change in state, both physical and mental

Perseverance saw her melting point

Gleefully climbing up the steps to distress

With little apprehension of the pair being disjoint.

She reached atop with soaring hopes

Looked beside for the warmth she adored

As cold winds blew against the emotional fool

Lost wits were now befittingly restored.

Reflection

Catching sight of something familiar

My wandering mind elapses yet again

A broken cup amidst numerous other things

Brings back memories of heartbreak and pain.

Its stillness contrasts the surrounding ambience

Yet, I feel drawn towards the silent noise

Intensely gazing at the broken piece

Pondering whether I had another choice.

An oasis in the middle of a desolate desert

Must not be mistaken as a blessing in disguise

For it may vanish once you approach it

And shall never answer your desperate cries.

I run my fingers along the long crack

Trace the journey of a shattered tale

Flashing a cryptic smile at the nearby mirror

Hoping it’ll decode my message without fail.

Baffled

Clutches of bafflement tightly gripped

Two paths lay ahead of her

As the ticking clock refused to pause

The dicey situation led to a stir.

Utterly perplexed, she closed her eyes

Engulfed in a moment of introspection

Her position was beyond just problematic

A means to evaluate her moral projection.

The pending decision knocked again

Sending her mind in a state of duality

One path was an easy way out

The other being relatively gritty.

Moral policies she resolutely preached

Turned towards her with a questioning eye

They awaited her judgment on the matter

The circumstances being close to sly.

The gritty path reflecting her principles

Ultimately bore her proud footprints

The conscientious woman felt liberated

She now looks forward to such challenging stints.