When I Talked To Dawn'S Fog

Fog came, wrapping the city, her face resembled mine
I was seething with anger for she knew me
She wanted to seep into me to look into my heart
The very thought contracted my nerves.

“I feel you, swaying above the hearth unaware
No fire in its place, just the fragments of my existence
wandering up in air, unsure of the heart’s state

Oh, fog! Please go. I’m not moreish.”
My peevishness unsettled her. 

The incorrigible intruder came nearer
Her presence introduced me to my fragile temper
“I must reveal.” She laced words in my nerves
“You are just a misfit among all frames, they take pride in to make.”

My face fell with the truth she raised
I wasn't unsearched anymore
She kept embracing the journey of my emotions.

“ I know my present and past, in all the hues.
Sometimes a brook of emotions, so kind
And sometimes a concrete dead ground
Sometimes both, lingering into each other
Both like dusk and dawn
Confusions merge into me
And I wrap myself in pristine rage.”
I kept tussling with me, a fight undefined.

“Don't show it loud,
We are conversing in their sleep’s dark.”
Her voice echoed
My vexed despair fainted.

“Be akin to what you frame.
The one who’s really one in whole terms,
Weave imperfections’ cloak, wear it and repair it.
You are designed in your soul
unique in all forms and norms,
Not to satisfy their error edged parameters
You create, you break
different skins, newer every time.
For the rays scatter and unite
Every photon’s potential matters
Be the one to escape threshold limit.”
 Her words postured a perfect muse.

A true me!

Her farewell woke me up.
I’m no longer surprised at my condition and her presence
Both shattered in untamed pieces
Both capable of traveling every world
Both willing to create a new universe.