#28 Sweet doldrums
Emotions and words repeat themselves as
satellites cross my point of view. Believe me,
I’m blinded. I am unable to see you or that
portion of your heart where I’m supposed to
belong. The sweet doldrums, the ethereal bliss
of a phenomenal loneliness, windows choose to
shut themselves. In perfect corners of every
circle, I envisaged that form, took a step backward
and walked the regular.
satellites cross my point of view. Believe me,
I’m blinded. I am unable to see you or that
portion of your heart where I’m supposed to
belong. The sweet doldrums, the ethereal bliss
of a phenomenal loneliness, windows choose to
shut themselves. In perfect corners of every
circle, I envisaged that form, took a step backward
and walked the regular.
we walk regular....with habitual doldrums :)
ReplyDeletethanks for reading :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece of poetry ..mirrored and moved in equal measures ...looking forward to read more of your work :)
ReplyDeleteit's always good to get readers - but i dont like anonymity - unveil purpleclouds!
ReplyDelete:) hmm which reminds me of this line I read ...Ask not of things to shed their veils. Unveil yourselves, and things will be unveiled ...
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