The thinned seams of my consciousness rot way,
One fabric at a time,
Leaking your images against my will...
There flew a smiling face-
You look happy and flushed here, contended with a momentary meeting.
Your infatuation for me was so pure.
Then there's a heated image of yours, frozen, concentrating hard on that deep kiss i extracted from your perennial source of selfless elixir-
tucked safely within the folds of my cerebrum, this one comes up to haunt me during many a lonely nights.
There's this one again, I personally find irritating-
An image of you with that ear splitting grin, laughing light heartedly at my expense. I still hate this.
And out of the many, last one reflects sadness. Staring right through me with mixed emotions. Conveying indecipherable messages. This one lingers a tad longer in front of my eyes, making sleep difficult. You know I hated to see you unhappy.
And so my defective consciousness keeps shedding images like a seasonal tree I mistook to be evergreen.
How long will this Autumn last?
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