I cannot begin to tell you… How much I knew That he & I had allied souls, Allied in terms of wrath and warmth. The kind that would come around once, Once in a gazillion years. And it dazzled me, The way we were synced, Synced without trying. It was implausible to see, That every sunset spent together, The universe would witness two souls, Turning to the color – sinful black!
Lying on the white burning surface of the virtual skin, There she was scanning the mental unorthodox memories of her mind. For her enlightenment on self love came On a sunny summer morning of 2020! But, it came with a clause of a struggles, Struggles to accept her, Like the changing seasons of indifference and warmth, To scoop her out of a negotiated hell, The one she later decided to rein in, And she did, Oh & How!
Mom I dropped quick and easy, like a ball of yarn three decades ago Your shadow has lingered on me since Your syllables, your voice, like an old audio cassette on loop Like my favourite soundtrack. You are the flying, shining, metal hard armour Wrapped in a heavenly flesh, that once was my abode. I’ve never once have had a blank static stretch Your tape reels have been all along in my frames. I’ll run blindly towards you, rolling down steep slopes To tell you something, everything, to unwind. To who you are what, regardless, You will always be the lamps of my street dark old town
I remember the first intimate battle of ours, the way you encroached each dark corner. You ensured the deliberate scars across my silhouette, Before I entirely surrendered my inhibiting dementia. To date – you incessantly visit, revisit, the same old hollow tombs and castles of my flesh, Hasn’t the anonymity of my egoistic calling saturated you enough, yet. Haven’t the walls, those that have been charged on to, remind you of the massacres we avoided, Saved so many the wrath that the unison would have bought. Mad as a hatter, they don’t just say it, Underneath this life long carpet would stay the mental Voldemorts. The rear gear of these sweat and fret nights, the ones that I replay in my head have overshadowed every possible ray of shine for my tomorrow, Oh such a beautiful wasteland you’ve turned me into… Worsened my soil to sow, But turned me into a picture perfect postcard!