On the abandoned corner of a lonely park
He dozes idling on a cement bench
Daydreams, drenched in withering thoughts
Drowned into the depths of a pool
Of dejection and dismal clout.
Often he springs up, flapping the wings
Of craving desire
Spreading the hopes on fire,
Flaming and fuming
Yet, extending his soul outwards.
It starts flying up, flaring
Not knowing where the catch is hidden.
A writ would he petition
Ogled into the stone-deaf refusal
Edifying his crucial numbness
In disguise the agony
Knowing where would it testify.
His glances in dreams bounce back
Her severance is too frantic
Leaving his throat bitterly wad
Her still astride him
And him still astride her, he feels
The glass shards of itching pain
In disguise loitering his self-esteem
The edgy redolence hurting…
Oh! He catches that infectious laugh
There twinkling a star of love illuminated
A silky soft breeze brushing his bearded face
A dark lustre of lock gliding past
Yes, it’s the feel solidifying; she is here
May the illusions gnaw and taunt
He’d hack his days over his nights
And ponder to track her down.