I am a malestrom
rising from vivid hues
of pain writhing in dungeons
of skewed heart, meandering
out from blood stripped gateways
of muted eyes, creating ripples
in enormity of skies, stirring vibrations
in inanimate depths of stagnating oceans
thawing frozen souls of proses,
igniting fizzling sparks, and resurrecting
semblance of ruins all along.
Only if my desires could be hypnotized
Only if my wanderlust could be paused
Only if my echoes could be subsumed
Only if my quandaries could be unfastened
There would be comfort of content in dewy
There would be a resplendent place called home, undisputed.
There would be breathtaking silence of
There would be a breakthrough of horizons
And, neither would be my journey tempestuous vortexing into chaos
Nor, I would have ever been abysmally lost.