Ageless
Ever wondered in how many ways I might have killed you?
The beads of beautiful eyes and string of satin wrapped around slender legs
Thought they beguiled you for centuries?
Hah! It is the unexpected and disenchanted
That will rob you of your knowingness
My love... It is an artist's disease
To trap and be trapped
For the moon, the sun, the vast sky
And thousands of yous
Are playgrounds of my mind's children
With fences not strong enough
To disallow my phantom within.
Go play with your earthly beasts
Kill them and embrace the triumph
Start feeling wise and unconquerable
For this is all that immortality can ever gift you!
A sparkle of joy in the blood of trust
Sprinkled with vapours of guilt
Soon lost amidst new vanquishes,
You are the flesh of confounded reasons
Dwindling alongside the vagaries of time.
Ever wondered in how many ways I have killed you?
I am like a sweet whispering ghost
Who has giggled at your foolish desires
Yet reassured your sanity
I am like an innocent imp
Who has ruffled your feelings
But had never haunted you
I am like a smiling reaper
Who has plucked memories from your soul
And you shall never undo them.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2017
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