Poetic divulgence
In me i dined with solace
When fragile was my affair
I did surface
I drew with delight
in my baby steps
Till i drove to my states tower
and climbed its stairs
Slipping, slipping down i was
From little drop of tears
For so foreign it all turned out to be
Though in me was found fault
For not wearing on my feet
the shoes of an elephant
Thus i was covered in broken bricks
Eyes battling to see not who
But what were my sympathizers
My mouth moved with delight.
And my hands trembled;
In steadfast swift,
as i was lifted from both hands
in an attempt of winning their ways
into the four walls of my heart,
Yet reasoning battled persistently
Rejecting without knowing;
their compassion.
They do repeatedly
remind me ‘now and then’
of how private and spacious was my closet
Tortured became my malleable guilt
Whose affair explored feasibility my innocent ignorance
Yet questioning my capability
that kept yawning, yawning
in my dreamful stomach…
Till i finally gave up
on giving up on my dreams,
Cos they’ve kept me awake
since the day i had them
Preventing me from dreaming
after another
So jealous!
are these lovers of mine…
‘Music and Art’