On the abandoned corner of a lonely park

He dozes idling on a cement bench

daydreams,

drenched in withering thoughts

drowned deep in the depths of a pool

of utter dejection

 

Often he springs up, flapping the wings

of craving desires

spreading the  hopes on fire,

flaming and fuming

Yet, extending his soul outwards

It starts flying up, flaring

knowing not where the catch is hidden.

 

A writ, may 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

when her severance turns 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, loiters his self-esteem

the edgy redolence hurts

 

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 the day over his nights

And ponder to track her down.