rip van winkle...

Enter uninvited
Escape uninhibited
They fix you
Mirage of hope
Dungeon of fears
They offer you salvation
Moist nostalgia
Biting memories
They leave behind a bittersweet taste
They possess your space…

In no particular direction,
They head
Discreetly wavering
Consciously plunging
They enslave you
You struggle
You surrender
You lose yourself
It’s a vain attempt
They possess your will…

Sometimes a castaway
Sometimes a conqueror
Sometimes a banal reiteration
For that momentary lapse of consciousness
They possess your entity…

Struggle within
It’s a blasphemous combat
Captivate
Stillness
Chaos
Exhausted
You will them to leave

Eyes shut
A sigh escapes your mouth
Implore
Pleasure
Climax
Desperate
You will them to capture your being

Your thoughts… they possess YOU…

court jester's travesty...

Parody of the obvious
A relentless act
Lampoon of the melodrama
The protagonist chaffs to appease

A teasing satire
Come close, and let go
Never was meant to be kept…

Mock heroic attempt towards courting woe…

Bent over
The desolate barren tree
She sheds her olive green
And revels in her melancholy
She suffers the banal
And makes a chance surrender…
She waits for the spring again
And anticipates a fury of passion…
A swift circle

and the void beckons…

She stands again
Naked and exposed.
The tree mocks her grotesque existence
The gyre remains redundant
And blissful…

Tramps have it easy…

The court jester smiles
A clandestine smile
Like her, the weeping willow
she blossoms occasionally.
A forsaken nemesis…
They both are fated
To be mocked
They both revel
In their perverse quintessence…
A travesty…

Laugh Out Loud…(insert burlesque laugh)

evasive chase...

She wrote again
An epilogue
She buried again
An awkward silence
She embraced again
An apathetic nothingness
She felt again
A release

Cracked his waterloo..
He succumbed.
She withdrew.
She welcomed again
her emancipation.

Like a broken bough against a high cliff waterfall
In his surreal surrender, she felt
She abandoned the cascade…again
Severed his pinioned embrace…again
As always…

Incomplete and nebulous
That’s how she liked
Prick and twist the needle
That’s how she liked
A kiss and then goodbye
That’s how she liked
To watch her cookie crumble
That’s how she liked.

A swift intense hurt
Incoherent words
Blurred saline tears
Smile. She did.

Secure with indefinite,
Illuminated obscurity,
Pure incoherence,
Parallel chaos,
She liked it such…
Her amorphous trance.

Her impregnable Elysium

She wrote again
An epilogue
Alive. She was again…

watz yr status quo...

Spaces and boundaries
Liberation and confinement
A revelation in each…
A pleasant discovery
An unpleasant deja-vu

No frontiers
No edges
No periphery to encounter
Eyes sealed

Unfettered mind
You narrate yourself a scenery
You bring to life your illusions
You stare into oblivion
You dither in a state of unconsciousness
You smile at nothingness
A cup of hope n perplexity
You’re happy bovine…
You hold dear the freedom to rediscover … Imagination fills the void of your existence
…when far from it…you feel incomplete…

Rustic attic
Locked door
Locked mind
An invisible fence
to hold your imaginary flight.
A sinking feeling
Evades you and then chases you
Every day is the same as yesterday…
You can’t see the sun
You can’t hear the whimper
You can’t feel apathy
You’re a fossil
You hit rock bottom
You’re drifting …you fight complacency…
You know it’ll be long before they retrieve you…you’re an amputee waiting to feel your limbs…
Either way…
It’s always a capricious denouement…

Distance and proximity
Stealing time…
Holding on to nothing…
Miles to reach there
You’re comfortable.
Miles besides yourself
Nobody besides yourself
Immediate presence of another
unsettles you…
Stray meandering
You enjoy the labyrinth
It’s erratic
It’s enigmatic
Makes you laugh with yourself
Either way…
It’s always a capricious denouement…

No inclination to hide
No inclination to seek
No inclination to rush

Is there somewhere you WANT to be?
Or is there somewhere you HAVE to be?

Or maybe you want to rest the hour-glass…sink in the spaces and boundaries …revel in the distance and the proximity…feel the ground beneath you…seal your eyes ..narrate yourself another anecdote ...before you navigate yourself to another destination …
Either way…
It's always a capricious denouement…

“In this quiet little place
I can't remember having known a different pace
In this quiet little place
I can surrender to the beauty of its face

… And now everything I feel
Whether it's fiction or it's real
It's so much clearer
Like the color of this light
It seems more dangerous and bright
But I don't fear her

… And no matter how I try
I can't seem to think of anything better to say”

- K’s Choice

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"Hold your breath and count to ten,
And fall apart and start again…”
- Placebo