blurred into nothingness

Venus de Milo with Drawers, 1936, Salvador Dali

a sublime moment of truth

tears into the limits

pieces of patience

tests the heroic prophets

loneliness is stealing into the heart

dry eyes find themselves gazing into space

myriads of everything are hidden in the drawers

yet the monarch stands tall

"broken discipline takes away the winds

monday will bring it into order

only to make it slowly disintegrate until further orders"

fill it all in a bottle

"I will court you"
he never ever said that
but I had heard
he gifted me a coral beaded on a thread
I would have preferred a plume
such a rare thing to give
why can't he pour his feelings from a bottle?
a dry bathe
Isn't that a paradox?
why am I thinking randomly
what incident has made me so
I want all in my own terms
my heart open to him
I make a ball of my fist
and come back to silence

power of denial cannot be ignored
not when it takes us over completely

facts and figures

such a rock
a burden really one has to carry
no one to fuss.
miserable holds no meaning
sweet charisma prove nothing
a straight road twisted with enough interest
a wish
all within the mind
don't make a bust of me
I don't want it
never did.
prove what to you again-
in the jumbled figures, 
I cannot find

If you could not give it to me then
I don't want it now
hope someday you go figure the whats and whys

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I am trying to cull many things out of my life. Only by culling, we can embrace new experiences. I am trying. God knows, I am trying...