periodic

In a perpetual circle of
complex vicinity,
I stand aloof and wondrous,
perplexed with the questions
that are too rough to be asked ,
Too smooth to beget.

The mind masturbates
With an overpowering lust ,
follows passion and
at last a guilt
to take nothing for
tomorrow but the night
and we find an escapade in sleep.
Do we actually?

We know we could
rebel against things that
We don't wish for ,
But never did , because
to us , sins are worth waiting for.

As even the snakes meet
To climb up the passion
of each other ,
Knowing never that
they need an axis to do so ,
Our spinal chords helplessly await
Their turns , but to be defied
of limited hopes .

I watch the jelly fishes glow
on the sea shore , alluring .
A life so short lived couldn't have
offered more divine a sight
while praying for the wave
to be intrinsic ;
For ever
To take it home.


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