Voice choked- torn emotions,
Eyes glazed- teary visions;
Turmoil breathing in my senses-
Making me cry ‘er the images.
Haunting memories- turbid mind,
Striking similes closely confined;
Why do stances repeat again?
Stewing over like bad omen!
The phases worse as could be,
Often outlines the best in me.
Chiseling hurt of reminiscence,
Unveiling me; my very essence.
Parched n frozen; without a gleam,
I’m done bleeding in ‘chromatic scheme.
Nature blooms when seasons blend
Starting again; never to end!
This is my present state of mind. I had seen it approaching. I strongly believe I am undergoing a transitional phase. Simplest of the facts make me sob. I am barely able to enjoy anything else other than brooding, analyzing and yes, more crying! The similarity of the stances are so eerie that I am barely able take control of myself.
Submitted for- One Stop Poetry- One Shot Wednesday