There are hell of a things
to do otherwise.
but Life doesn’t scare me
she baffles me
with her absurd turn of actions,
flooding avalanche of emotins,
and unpredictable contradictions.
She retreats to a lady
who within the wink of an eye,
changes all her colours and passions
and achieves that natural charisma
of deliciously improper overturnings, with which she has doped
She scorches me , throws me to the dark woods of passion
delighting with the dying embers of lust
And summons me under the clouded sky
to choke my breath, to drain my passion and soothe my lips,
heals those churning memories
defining the looks
sharpening the edges
And l lay there,
shimmering in black and white letters
weaving the dreams.
At last she
grabs me in her clutches.
l stare at her in delusion;
not able to run along and catch up with her dynamics.
I can’t do nothing
but to chase her trail and
keep up with the rhythm and pace.