Affection

Free_Verse_1.txt

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Walking Trance, marching into 
Disparte from ambient and adobe 
Hazy lightning, chaotic sound
envelopes a tensy frigid place 

Head Held high , perceives the other end
Chalky stools, forsaken and steeped
Tiptoed at the niche, bleakly and moist 
Dissimilitude from the swamp

A shadow lingers seemingly above there
Two thin soft white line glistening 
Soul looking resolutely into 
Eyes amorous and lush talk
Backdrop disorderly yet  serene 
Hands  piled onto other , stay everlasting 

Tides Changing fiercly , thrown into another
Chalky Stool ,  a single soul
Hand grab a murky frosty drink 
Breaching out , blobs to waves
Expanding, crushing as aching deepens

Reality draws in, rushed obscure sounds
colours, light oversize, me into nothingness 
Chalky Stool and no soul
seating unmarred with time stream 

Holding on , power to traumatic 
or let go to a hope, sparking reminiscent
Closing eyes, light hearted 
pray to untold , replica of deep tenderness

Eyes awaken , head held high 
walks fasten, gap closing in 
as chalky stool primed for homecoming.   

   --Yash