The momentum it gains with zephyr making creepers dance is antonym to the dormancy it attains with him on one side and me hanging on the other wall.
I hang there like hangers in your wardrobe waiting to be covered by a familiar cloth or say aroma but the familiar one is resistant to the charmant beauty that lies naked as he is the one who stole her best of sides cracking it's edges and now awkward enough to embrace his sins. Silence accepts the sins making everything else still.
Electopophobia (Noun) Definition: A fear of no electricity during night. A fear of silence or absence of running fan over head when the entire world is dark.
I was just 10 and fresh 11 was ready to embrace me, when I was promoted to a new home as per my Dad, A room with 32 beds upside-down : a dormitory, Dormitory was huge,where a puky white girl slept beside mocking me, I had no space there for my pink headed doll. It was there when I realised my fears and strengths, As homes are Neutral. A multitude of things would haunt me, But electopophobia was dominating. Power cuts are regular on hill stations, So were my anxiety attacks dying on silence when, everybody in the dormitory slept snoring. My ideologies were shaped over phone calls or monthly letters, It was hard to communicate this fear to My Lords. It grew with my heart, scragging it on occasions, Making me crawl on bathroom tiles to reach the high window for not so still air. Even after years worms of the phobia are alive in me, But the city life has reduced the regularity of power cuts.
My mother's orphic love for tetrapods since my childhood or maybe her's made our zoo visits frequent than temples.
I can swiftly blame it for pareidolia I am blessed with.
All those silent hitters pretending to be on my side and suddenly attacking for blood shed had rapacious cold blooded crocodile's face. While my eyes visualised ones with shaking whims to match green bushes and cheat my conscience as chameleons.
Women crawling in tranquility all her life bearing home on her back with first aid box resembled my new pet a 'Turtle'
Between two worlds what layed common were patterns that my mind drew on their faces helping to derive the essence of their hearts.
Its a bit spiteful but its based from my current emotions anyway.
Credit to Travis Tritt from "10 feet and bullet proof"
So, by fluffychilli, So Are you proud, Of your mighty self now; Is your ego's shroud, Enough for your final bow ? Have you achieved it all ? My dear fool; Bringing about your own fall, By being your own tool.
So, Here you stand, 10 feet tall and bullet proof; Marching to your command, Barely holding your own roof; Now you beg for my helping hand, Oh Im so bemused; Should I pity this shipwreck island, Or laugh and be amused.
Enough ! Walk to your gallows, Face your punishment; Your pride do please swallow, And don't try to look innocent; Gloat now at yourself, Isn't this what you wanted ? To be watched on the highest shelf, By all who cared but you loathed.
"Swing your way Through the sea of romance Let all grieves Let all drudgeries Let all grotesques Take a brisk walk And disappear to the world of oblivion", Said my soul last night When I saw you In that velvetty silky night.
O my poetic amour O my swooning moon. You were In your glamorous attire Sparkling , mesmerizing In that silvery satin gown.
The texture of the sky Sequined with beguiling stars Relentlessly twinkling , giggling ... Were in rhapsody Were in elixir of love Completely drowned.
I kept staring all summer night My awestruck quill was Serenading in utter delight Bleeded profusely On papers so white.
My aches transcended In a poetic form From my heart's peninsula To a blank platform Dissolving all blues gradually In ink of Royal.
Blue moon mingled all the blues Bloomed my verses in magical hues.