The Mystic Manifest

A small smile escaped his lips,

With his heart feeling heavy, and eyes expressing his inescapable agony

His mind circumscribing all the golden rendezvous he had shared with her,

That had magically lit his semi-recluse life.

He had started hating himself again, not because of the intangible symphony of her,

But of the delusion state, which he was sulkily diving into

Yet again, he succumbed himself into the semi-recluse state,

As he failed to make her understand about his unfathomable love

Much did he speak about it as he had started hating himself again!