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MALIGNANCY OF AFFAIR :
Malignancy of affair -
2017 my thoughts long drew
the raging placid of black and blue
either it is torn, or fretful and grew
i, regret being on this other side, my turnings can keep this quite and nide
hoping to not sail through this bail -
I turn around once, my subconscious crisis of cribbing went further - a line drawn
2018,your sights are visible, my nightmares are awake, i grumble, i grumble - my throat kept being coarse
it startles me to begin the day, i went behind my clunky mess,
frozen beneath my persistent breathe,
when the soul is buried aghast my lies, these constant lies of progress
i emitted the flaws of my fellow partner, and dictated in a manner that is trained and convincing, i'd lie not to admit that i turned around again - in adept of feeling, neutralized, and subdued, i lack alot, alot of it had completely weigh-out
in reluctance of life, stompy and strolled
with abundance of trite with handful of stride
2019- i abide the law of seeking through, making brief infernos, and gleefully look people into their eyes, straight and pointy
my hands do not get clumped or shaken, and i feel broadly satisfied with the comings,
It rattles the fact that people, stricken with convulsions of affair are still people, raw unadulterated people,
and surpassing it, is a choice I won't opt for
I drew apart this time again, while i see them going haywire,
when you lit the fire and stay back to look for the ashes, it aches you too - fire is a game changer and you unlike it - is naive and disoriented
sometime i get it, mostly i don't, you're deep drawn to this serendipity, it is likely to not get overcast
i heal when people say heal, and i ruffle my thought soon they tell me to eave back hanging with grief, listening brings peace
somehow my objectivity of looking forward to things, visionary influences and nostalgic imbalances impelled my consensual views
i agree most of my flaws and disagree the rest and froth of my pieces like a tiny but giant flee
wraith of insights, wrapped my veiw, wrapped those crusted petals of hue
I do tremble while finding my way -
2020- i wish to sail through this bait, if i fail or i win, what matters is i don't forge my swing
I am not in the water now, my legs are grounded to keep me sound,
buffled through the streets of peace, i sway like a hangover queen- embittered and raw, full of tips and straw, but i like it here now
i hear my feet tiptoe'ng, while i stand still,
overlapped and crumble but i stand still, a diminished fight, a gin of lodging light
my instances are clear - i like it here now
Blue skies, warm stares, pause and it embodies my hollow, dreaded glare
I turned around, aroused by anger, i don't see you, my lights turned dim,
this perpetual state went still, i remember the day i saw you coming home-
the fragments of us are squishy and told, i hear you again, echos and epiphany, i lie again
i don't - i come back with a spurious fallacy- i align the thoughts - i see you
i turned around - again. //
Narmada.
2017 my thoughts long drew
the raging placid of black and blue
either it is torn, or fretful and grew
i, regret being on this other side, my turnings can keep this quite and nide
hoping to not sail through this bail -
I turn around once, my subconscious crisis of cribbing went further - a line drawn
2018,your sights are visible, my nightmares are awake, i grumble, i grumble - my throat kept being coarse
it startles me to begin the day, i went behind my clunky mess,
frozen beneath my persistent breathe,
when the soul is buried aghast my lies, these constant lies of progress
i emitted the flaws of my fellow partner, and dictated in a manner that is trained and convincing, i'd lie not to admit that i turned around again - in adept of feeling, neutralized, and subdued, i lack alot, alot of it had completely weigh-out
in reluctance of life, stompy and strolled
with abundance of trite with handful of stride
2019- i abide the law of seeking through, making brief infernos, and gleefully look people into their eyes, straight and pointy
my hands do not get clumped or shaken, and i feel broadly satisfied with the comings,
It rattles the fact that people, stricken with convulsions of affair are still people, raw unadulterated people,
and surpassing it, is a choice I won't opt for
I drew apart this time again, while i see them going haywire,
when you lit the fire and stay back to look for the ashes, it aches you too - fire is a game changer and you unlike it - is naive and disoriented
sometime i get it, mostly i don't, you're deep drawn to this serendipity, it is likely to not get overcast
i heal when people say heal, and i ruffle my thought soon they tell me to eave back hanging with grief, listening brings peace
somehow my objectivity of looking forward to things, visionary influences and nostalgic imbalances impelled my consensual views
i agree most of my flaws and disagree the rest and froth of my pieces like a tiny but giant flee
wraith of insights, wrapped my veiw, wrapped those crusted petals of hue
I do tremble while finding my way -
2020- i wish to sail through this bait, if i fail or i win, what matters is i don't forge my swing
I am not in the water now, my legs are grounded to keep me sound,
buffled through the streets of peace, i sway like a hangover queen- embittered and raw, full of tips and straw, but i like it here now
i hear my feet tiptoe'ng, while i stand still,
overlapped and crumble but i stand still, a diminished fight, a gin of lodging light
my instances are clear - i like it here now
Blue skies, warm stares, pause and it embodies my hollow, dreaded glare
I turned around, aroused by anger, i don't see you, my lights turned dim,
this perpetual state went still, i remember the day i saw you coming home-
the fragments of us are squishy and told, i hear you again, echos and epiphany, i lie again
i don't - i come back with a spurious fallacy- i align the thoughts - i see you
i turned around - again. //
Narmada.
