As serotonin dips,
Further below the trenches of my brain
And fades as unrecognisable as dawn and dusk
Time and again
Arises a feared question;
What's my trigger?
Do strong emotions always need to be pinned to pulsatile hormonal imbalance?
Some sentiments recede before recognition
While some make me write drafts to be deleted later
And two or a dozen are companions that refuse to die down.
The necessity to categorize alas is fatal enough to reduce me to a criteria
Dare to defy. Drown in the chaos , I will
Fragile I am in this conformational world
And with a baggage of unexpressed feelings
Perhaps if communication wasn't a 50- 50 agreement
And you came close enough to peep carefully
I might still not be a breeze
Cause harsh are those damned emotions
And if you persisted a little longer
I am afraid you would regard accurately
That I might not have a visible silver lining.
Despite millions of articulate reflections and pillows soaked with salty tears
I cannot bury the fear of abandonment
Madness runs in the blood
Bonds don't unfortunately.