What it felt like that day
A single swift tangerine taste
that buffers through all the haste
clarity avails itself as he sips
the sun revitalizing his skin
drips of sweat crystallizing with the wind
Winter felt fine that day.
The matters of the heart
the exhaustion of the mind
Why does he try so hard
when life feels like a game of cards
that he keeps on drawing the same set
leading to disaster, prominent errors?
Love’s the culprit
blowtorches the body ‘till its fine ashes
seep in the ground, leaving the soul’s clashes bare.
Today he won’t shed a tear
He won’t run back and explain why he’s here
the frozen destiny awaits
and with upmost dignity he smiles within the self-hate
hoping more for the simple pleasures that never deceive.