Tiered of Tornadoes
Tiered of Tornadoes1 min 210 1 min 210
Dark morbid aspects of life don’t inspire me,
But they numb my senses.
Lost in the world of begotten -
Often, I wreck in unimaginable darkness;
My sky is grey and dark,
And the weather always is whirling cyclone.
Lost count of days and nights,
As I am enc(g)aged both physically and mentally,
To the extent of extinction of emotions.
My memory slot skips multiple months or years,
As I am tied up in the tornadoes of responsibility!
When the cyclone gets over,
I might be wrinkled physically,
But young and supple emotionally;
All the souls who help me feel joy and peace
Won’t be around me anymore -
Alone I will stand pining,
on the few countable moments,
Still shining in my memory slot!
With the hope - One fine day,
Beyond time, space, and physical shape,
At least after removing this wrinkled mortal wear,
I might sit on cozy comfy cushion
And drink a warm aromatic cup of coffee
With people who give moments to cherish...