Feels like your residential address is a mirage in making

I waited for you, trapping time but you never came back

I fled with my wingspan enhanced, not knowing you never came back neither alongside me nor opposite to me

The time I feel is lost, it fell as cosmic dust in elegant forms, like a muse of poetry shaping in visuals. I enhanced my vibrato and tried to soulfully sing to reach a lot of consciences but alas what is gone? Is there any recourse possible, Can we make our way out of this engulfing bog? Not today, tomorrow or yesterday? Regardless, I wait for the potions to spread, for lives to re-emerge, styles to consolidate, and life to rise to the swathes of ether. And meet you somewhere, somewhere in the stars dancing in the meteorites, riding high in the asteroids, gazing at the planets and holding the earth for you! to not let your soul leave, Is it possible?

Those dreams never left my heart, they will haunt you regardless, it has seeped into the inner ventricles of my heart,

In the entirety of Earth, please tell me if there is someone who has run a mile for love!

I have, feeling enthralled and engaged in a soul connection, with you in different realities weaved by you.

As I am jumping inside the deeper sinking ship of time, I am percolating and going into the inner core of dis-entangling time.

Will I be able to meet you? If I even turn myself into a soul for you, if I dip myself, shed my bodily covers and then let off my inner shine, and nothing,

Let everything dilute, dissolve and dismember, from skin to bone, all of these materials that we give shape and form, can it all go away!

I want it to go away, not stick to stylizing concrete disenchanted, and gloomy buildings that erect themselves in outlying disdain.

Kings are fraught with heavy doom, as they know all their expanses are going to fall over and crush in other multiverses.

The desire calls inside the earth’s crust are paid heed to, but the cosmic nothingness is an illusion.

A being’s flesh charges the skin, not an innocent character, everything we see and feel is just one mask after another,

But then I met you if all of this what we see and feel is real, or just one thing wrapped in another, till it is all like a rolling toilet paper.

Wrapped in the face with lots of markings on the face, sometimes we need to wait,

Wait, wait and wait! to see and check for us, Is this us sitting under the shade of a Chinar? Yeah! I remember the birds were halting to look at us, my embrace was always there looking and looking at your deep seating eyes. As the glitter of shine reflected on your falling lashes, I scrubbed your lip balm from your lower lip and tasted it. It subsumed me, consumed me, whether I consumed the smoke from the same cigarette as you, it all starts coming full cycle. And the birds that looked and wait, they left the space.

Then I opened my eyes, and I saw no one there, it was a rope and a tree. It's time to meet on the other side hoping when we will be together. Their startling death gazes embodiment of pleasure and pain. The haunting tales are never enough they make us who we are beings that need love, but alas everyone cannot get it and that’s a sad ending we never want.

Cosmic Context: How strong is the desire for love? Well to another nether spaces, mentally captivates you. This story through prose and poetic formulations tracks an adult man waiting to be reciprocated by love. To get outside this abyss he has let himself in, he knows the feelings of despair and gloom, won’t ever get away from his heart. The sorrows have turned his perspectives metaphysical where he idolizes subtler transparent aspects of humanity like souls and spirits and believes in them with immense intense confusion. He is content with a lip shade that his non-willing lover leaves on a tissue paper or a half-smoked cigarette, but he too knows he wants more than that, but he cannot hence, all of it just fell like a pack of cards in just seconds, leading to the ending of the story, narratives, people and musings, all vanishing in thin air.

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