Insomnia plaguing me since forever dwindled away slowly.
My night devils stopped agonising me.
I immersed in the sweet symphony of this elixir.
As I sluggishly yank the cord attached to the blinds on the window the next morning,
The murky daylight glistening my bedroom,
Threw a ray upon my desultory eyes.
The nightcap, the sweet sweet nightcap soon wore off.
I staggered taking in my crumbling realm around me.
My jalopy thoughts botching up my day. Again.
Clashing feelings bubble. Distilled. Ready to bottle.
A small whimper drizzled my weather bitten lips.
The vinyl playing, 'Afrodisiac' fixed on a sweet turntable,
Came to my rescue.
I fled along with the warm chords.
The vibrations stretching me to vast galaxies.
An ephemeral melodious truth, shorter than a bad blind date.
Hiding the smiles of yesterday.
Tragedy resembled fermata, filling the room with sacred stillness.
The sultry merlot added to my honeyed relaxation.
I chuckled at my muckibus state.
I Sucked on solace, a sour vinegar popsicle.
The entrenchment of social stratification slashed my life’s tapestry in shambles.
An ingénue not doing drugs but the pills.
Self-pity and cruelty smoothed the way to my appalling behaviour.
I try hard to push away my pathological inability to let go of the past. …
It lands gingerly as snow does on trees and fields.
Staining my cheek with the first blush of the morning light.
You roll over the sleeping alcove to my side
Sniffing my hair and tucking it behind my ear.
My eyes crinkle with joy as your lips coaxed me to an ecstatic state.
Just like some multicoloured magic in slow motion
The only words flashing in my mind,
I’m completely lost!
And oh so enamoured of you.
I woke up shivering in a cold sweat
The voice still ringing in my ear
The nightmare dragged me from my sleep.
Lighting lashing through my veins.
I tried to ponder over the moment
Trying to rationalize it
But one’s mystical experiences cannot be lowered to any coherent simplification.
The blurring image of the clock made my eyes hurt.
The constant scraping racket of the ceiling fan pulsing my ears
I fought it hard to catch my breath
I grasped my phone to hear my mother’s voice
Oh! How soothing her silvery voice sounds.
It rips me apart every time I have to accept the grim truth.
But the voice recordings turns back the clock to a time before pain.
Only if she could hear me back
How much her broken child needs mending
Just like torn hemlines.