How to internalise a moment, a memory
A synergy so nigh it is restless beneath my veins
Throbbing at my jugular, yet it moves further away
Indescribable blues
A thin sullying smile contemplating alone
And it wears off like the palpable stains of childhood.
I want to make it real,
A fleeting second to rejuvenate a year
But a year shall not bring back that second
Only unleash new possibilities
Unfound hues
Colours beyond my kaleidoscope’s breadths
For them, I write, in dry ink, a puzzle of letters.
Muscles confined and eyebrows tense
My eyes tranced in unintelligible stare
As if my past severed with my drowning present
My blues incipient yet waning too;
As if a million miles away
I gloomily float
frantic wails inside
In pindrop silence
a melancholy moan
In pindrop silence
my intestines shaking
In pindrop silence
In a haunting dark
I hopelessly hang.
Fatigue paralyses my surviving delusion
I can expose the far but reach neither hand
See the earth around but look only into a mirror
The control is lost and the simulation ended
Cycles of happiness, my blues remain
When the new cycle begins, my addiction will retain
I sleep, only to quell
The blues forgone
And I wake only to live
The blues I foresee.
My blues are scars, shedding hoarse tears
Reminiscing their worth, humble and hollow
Deliberately forgotten but integral limbs in me
For without each shade, my blues are incomplete.
