In the state of despair, I looked outside the glass,
Muffled voices and distant echoes screeched through my patience,
Hitherto, needless to say, I was agonizing again.
Ageless heart dawned at my threshold,
And all I wanted was to be back in your arms,
Calm, serene and tranquil where no feelings could escape.
Crumbling wounds and crushing-spirits were non-deterrent,
Just longed for the moment to have a glimpse of your countenance.
Back on the streets with a plight of speeding motorists,
Everything I lived for was left behind with each ponderous step.
‘Twas a walk to remember, or rather a walk for resurrection,
To palpate the nerves back to life.
Hope, faith, fidelity, fealty, devotion, everything felt so astute.
Was I ready to adorn the normalcy? Or submerse in the depth of frailty?
The crossword feelings were tossed at my heart’s pavement,
And I was just a juggler trying to bridge the sentiments for my survival.
Tears flowed and the resilience depleted,
Questioning, “Doth thou will ever see me again?”
Affection chuckled again when I heard you back,
And disdainfully hated me again for making you cry.
My boast of heroics a day before scurried swiftly,
And my heart cringed again for my timidity, trifled my stature.
Howbeit, I was ready to fight the oppression within,
And bestow upon you the most bedazzling part of our love again.
Nothing can mar the intent to spend a moment with thou,
Nothing can slay the abstruse feel of hallucinating with thou.
Life does gives a second chance, to be with you when not whine,
To show you the feel of our solidarity and affiliation again.
My acts have been scornful and to be loathed, sensing despair and pain,
But I will be back on the Streets of Heaven to feel it again!!!!
