LOCKDOWN :
// You'd ask me to sit for another day -
you and me today, sitting over this spoiled up day, your thoughts are binded mine are lost, but you seem more drowned and me converse, it did allowed us an hour more, but we began to cringe to let us go,
You'd ask me to sit for another day -
this time, the occlusions got prompted by fear, you and i are both unfair! you have been encapsulated with a gigantic mess, i slowly sought to clump my pace
Tell me, would you choose to go or this hefty heart will slowly moan,
While there's a blackness chanting it's way
epicable for it's scattered flume, the high anticipation petrified,
triggering towards as croup
those ascertainty has almost been blurted and moulded into an enigmatic cluster
huge, yet negligible, capturing people of similar kind
i have been to that kind before, naive and mostly ignorant
overgrown and frosted, growing apart from it's benign self, worn- dusted
is it some of a kind or a jigsaw puzzle,
crumbled together in a myths of dampened thought
I and you are far a lie,
a lie! because darling you're a stranded stranger in my stealthy place
You'd ask me to sit for another day -
dawn of sunken sunlight, lapsing over the shadow, stripes of silken chiffon drunken over the state of furore,
pabbles of your notes will reach by the shore, voices, loud voices will keep resurfacing
these giant walls will hear your voice, deep and sore, pages overflowed,
what shall i write, my words are consumed and rotten over the pieces of betrayal, molten - conceited, what shall i write to gulp this incisiveness and trenchant'ed emptiness
insiders are far too slow and this, my words are bound to grow
I try to make it, turn it slow, but hey- awhile ago I've heard a story and there hadn't had any scope to know,
while hysterically it seems too bold but i promise it may not be sold, for my truth knows no boundaries and your truth is confined and nonchalant, stomped between this universal show, i laugh seeing your pitiful ignorance,
your boundless mains has no stories,
are legitimate trodden biasness
I've known a couple who has never been to a palace, a threat for you and a threat for me
but hey, wait for me for another day.
shall i preach my soundings or my wound shall speak for its own
For you, for me this discontentment will last a row
But, I'll come for another show.
Will you choose over and again?
By now, must have had a mind of yours,
And, yet you'd ask me to sit for another day.//
-Narmada.