Incompatibly Compatible

You were that foremost streak of the dawn

Glistering across the gloom of the night

With such fervor, yet you felt like

Those hollowing chills that never ceased

To be chiseled upon my skin in the dead

Of all those serene but solitary nightfalls.

You were the warmth of that one perfect

Cup of coffee clasped betwixt my palms

Stealthily seeping through my slumberous insides

With such zealous steadfastness yet you felt like

That brume of that very cup of coffee

Blazing through the tip of my tongue

Leaving me bruised with an abrupt annoyance.

You were one of those

Fondly forgotten shirts stashed away

In some corner of my closet

That always seemed to give me

The sense of snugness that I sought

Despite being morbidly shriveled and mephitic

Yet you felt like those bits of discomfort

Lingering hither and thither for that very shirt

No longer flawlessly fit my flesh.

You were that bunch of brilliant red roses

That every now and then dreamily danced

Across that florist store while alluring me

With such ardency to come and caress

The velvety petals of theirs yet you felt like

That one dreadful sting dashing back

And forth my fingertips the instant

One of the thorns tethered to those very roses

Touched me with such inane vengeance.

You were that absurdly absorbing painting

In that exhibition that seemed to have caught

Every part of me a captive in its fascinating

Proportions of paints and pigments

As it thrilled my psyche with such vivid vibrancy

Yet you felt like that tinge of torturous

Vexation splashed across my face

When I precisely couldn't pinpoint

The crux of such complexity of that very painting

With which it must have been so consciously crafted.

You were those umpteen dreams

Be it in those lazy late noon naps

Or in the sleepless eves spent solely in tossing

And turning with eyes forcibly shut but to no avail

Desirously drumming along the lids of my eye

That solaced my soul, arousing the abyss

That dwelled right within its core with

So many unfeigned aspirations yet you felt

Like that loathly salinity of those tears

That smothered the edges of my mouth

With such malevolence the moment each of

Those very fantasies failed to flourish into realization.

You were one such constant

Who served the strings of my heart

With an unrivaled repose that naught had

The expertise to endow me with yet you felt

Like that one contemptuous conflict that

Continuously devoured the depths of my mind

Hence rendering me razed midst the malicious

Mismatch between my heart and my mind.

So what were you exactly?

Perhaps a boon or maybe a bane

Beauteously breathing in the guise of love.

Perhaps a journey bereft of any predictability

Or maybe a dead end with the dearth of any stability.

Perhaps, the one to teach me to tear myself apart

From everything that remained either black or white

Or maybe the one owing to whom I shall never seek

A speck of grey again amid that very black and white.

Perhaps a savior or maybe a slayer

While striving best to sustain that heart of mine

That now suspired on your sleeve sans any retrieval.

And now what would I do

With such wretched love,

And one contradictory lover,

For how could one love whilst

Pursuing the peace that this very love

Promised but only at the cost of

Pulverizing oneself in the process?

How could one love while being

So incompatibly compatible together?