The soft sigh of the severance


The early bedazzlement is long gone now
When you feel that the same notions that made you tread this path
dwindled in a sincere withstand of the worship
The elongation of the shadows
The futile chase of the only one that gives you
the illusion of coincidence
But dwells in the possibility
Not probability

I heard the soft, muffled encouragement that was never sure
but persevered
through the perturbing
exaltation and sparkling
but not devout of excuses, demeanour of little vivacious festival
lost somewhere between the fatality of blood bond and the awareness of the connections
you make as you progress
...
As all the words at the momentarily disposal are
long gone
the contents of the refilled and refined
finds its obelisk
demure and engraved
with seemingly nonsense scatterings
The page turner of the
Capital Letter
The swaying alertness of
the pursuit.
In the meantime
You look into the
shivering image
in the polished worktop of grievances
the dough of ostensible control
you try to convey through
your reassuring daily rituals
It looms as if the re-appeared
person created a special
ministry unit to make sure
The self emerges only by love
to the wand that is used
not by the love to connect

The division between the selfish and the selfless
As you are trying hard
to impersonate yourself
by the trivia otherly, outwardly
called: the facts of life
the principles
But at the mountain pass
It all crumbles into the
Void
And nothing but the clanging
of empty useless pans
is to be heard in the distance
of an avalanche’s murmur.

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