Romantic Bouts of Turmoil

I envision her.

I think of us.

I relinquish my trust.

Even during



bouts of tears and turmoil.

In the midst of

incidents of glad-tidings, glad-rags and grand gestures.

I find myself muddled in the mire.

A lost child bewildered in the wilderness.

My steps heavy, lacking desire.



I have slipped into the shade of doubt.

Words are empty acts of kindness.

The inside…left out.

It is only then…when the hunger for mercy cries for, ‘help.’

Only deep in the depth of pity…are the shades lifted.

And, the glow of your being comes into view.

With darkness of mind…

When the sky falls.

I heed your call.

‘I love you’…cautions all.

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