All my life disbursed,
Yearning and pleading,
Not to have this heart wrecked,
But it seems it’s destined to transpire,
Every single moment it starts to sense,
Dawns to adore, embarks to subsist.
It’s such an ache,
To glimpse all exultant or ecstatic,
When here rests my core,
All discarded and insipid,
Lacking the luster it desires,
Flaunting within no gleam, no glimmer.
How we reason, when we chance on someone,
How he appears complete,
Even his eruptions are enigmatic,
When he makes you feel alive,
Cherished, sought and satisfied.
But just like the tide,
He emanates, rising prohibitive,
So lofty and mighty,
Only to retrocede into the world he hides.
Lost again, where no one comprehends me,
No one sees my melancholy,
Whimpers that won’t stop weeping,
Where I shroud abandoned and screaming.
Ever wonder who is the one whom you seek,
In this world of charlatan’s and pretenders,
Who make you feel exceptional and then thwart you apart,
When they make you mistrust your sentiments inside,
When they desire the obsolete,
Leave your open arms paralyzed.
When their secrets know no bounds,
When they lie to you and overlook their sound,
When you feel you should just drown,
Apprehensive, deprived and reviled,
Hunting a diminutive tranquility,
In my senseless, disrupted world.
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