Library
Perplexed
Perplexed
In layers of anonymous longings,
Shallow but profound within……
Dwells the seed of sudden introspection!
Footing on the crux of time,
Am I the one?
No... No more.
A portrait is drawn with strokes of emotions,
Bouquets of fine lines embrace my façade.
Still, it exists, if not better than before,
Further matured, more firm, extra committed.
The feel for affection remains.
Am I the one?
No... No more.
Modestly more dilapidated,
Not completely worn.
The effort is more,
Calculated and in progress,
The results are less.
Am I the one?
No... No more.
The intuition of being in love excites.
Nerve has lost a foot,
My desire hints no lust.
A scanty more left, tucked in shambles
Love survives.
To be released.
Am I the one?
Yes….. I am.
