Unlit demesne with abstruse surroundings, I feel like I’m eternally lost here. Walking with droopy shoulders and a long tiring mass of flesh My debilitated eyes fall upon you. You are sitting with your back resting on the scabrous trunk, “ah it sure is hurting your back,” that’s what I first mused looking at your morbose body. You seem to have reconciled with the pain to be your home. Acceptance, that what seems to you as welcoming as the last kindled hope of survival. I drew myself near to you to have a glance of this castaway face; The moment I glanced at you, my heart oozed a stream of intent- Vehement in fervour of desiring you. In those chapped lips and flaked skin, The dolesome eyes invited a sense of belongingness. I leaned forward to run my fingers across your athirst hair, And looked into those distraught eyes, Kissed gently on your parched brow. Inquisitive to know what leads you to here, I asked, “Have you lost your way? And why do I see you here?” You replied, ”the dawn has not yet cracked to welcome the new world of hope.” “Your thread is lost, but I have a spun”– It escaped my lips like the caged dove that was Imprisoned for ages and wanted to make home the castle of air. You looked up at my quiescent eyes with a tacit pain that is Shrouded over the catastrophe which dismayed you for years, Castrated you of the thought of being welcomed and nurtured by any benevolent soul, Made you impotent of your own understanding of self, Amputated the faith that love can bring back what all you need To germinate into the wholesomeness of life.
My plumes have been plucked With easy cruelty that costs cheaper than the weighing sober human feelings That one finds hard to brew in a heart for long; The mind gets distracted by the ravenous temptations And it seeks to murder the innocence for the experience, That is how souls like us are frauded by another and Loiter in the void reigned by numbness and tormenting silence. In a whole where remnants of my corpses of different episodes I see are feeding the mites of Time, And reeking of musty meekness ravished by deception and guilt, Could nowhere lead me except to a cavity where I want no human And a world devoid of love.
But why then I see the old buried love has won the heart of Osiris And arrayed your spirit to make my soul its home again?
Does it want to return?
Will I be able to give refuge to this stooge and not send it back to the Golgotha again?
P.S.- it's a metaphorical rendition of my first rendezvous with my beloved. The day was 13/01/2019 and since then there has been no looking back. Thank you @ari7ra for everything that help made me who I am today. I love you to infinity and beyond.