// : Repentance-
as i lay here, bare feet'd and raw
the mischiefs everlasted till yesterday,
today I'm a free bird - i do as i say and could possibly run around places
domino and paraphrasing captivates half of this room, uncluttered mess, a mess where one could put their feet, drunk down abit, mesmerizing and would return back half handed, no spared tilts
unified with a knot which apparently has lost its enchants of retreating itself, withdrawn and lonely - oblivious to the world yet vain
the somber attic, stink with the ashes
i read somewhere - cigarettes and lies compliment each other
sometime this whole feels like a false acclamation of fragments - years of unaccounted ones and the ones left untreated
it inarticulate the ugliness of this place, the shattered windows, unruly mats, clotted dust and you,
it is up right slavery down here, nobody really has to visit the memory lane-it's touched down horrific most of the time.
but, your echos right here where i am now standing, clenching my fist,
a fathom of lies deciphered warmly all together, i lay here bare feet'd
despite the efforts that were made to make me forget you, it is scary for me to go through it all over again
people mostly finds out their reasons to get apart, i do too
although my reasons were fragile and lack the intensity of what it should've, over the years i have learnt letting things go off the hook
like you, these burnt ashes scream for me too
and it is utter discontentment to love and to lie simultaneously - i hold it for a second, try lighting it up sometime but you scare me-i said
so it never gets to work it's magic inside me, i learnt the trick of dalliance
I have learnt it over years, with precise dileanation and practice
and that stemmed some changes with thorough hitoricity and I'm glad to let go off - you, those ashes
to make it a little sneak-ier, when the 'almost had' phase gotten far too fetched to even consider giving it a try
meanwhile thoughts would perch under the skin and burn-burn for the sake of the mistakes, for disgrace and hath full cries
agony stains the roaring calmness, it slowly feeds on you, while being the least expected
there're other paths too, where the scary embodiment gives you some time to relish,
the imagery of the metamorphic rosy embedded sheets, never gets the one chosen for
human nature seeks for desire and distractions and the simple trick to convince ourselves for happiness, it is a lie, a breakthrough formula to make them feel tipsy and involuntarily infected
it is time for another tilt, and doubts
and if these dreadful dreams bellied, the pinching sickness will surprise you after a while -
our minds are rascals and nuisances, where treasury and indistinctive lies are a way of pleasure
while i sound like a dramatic mannequin hanging flashcards with warnings
i lay here barefeet'd, waiting for another turn, another glance-
constant cribbing over the rustic pallets, ashes and you
i have learnt the art of approval, to seek or dismiss, the allusion of it, centered around this catastrophic mess. //
-Narmada.