Sunday, August 25, 2013

A rift with mom

It was a rift with you, mom

A rift ..
That strangled me to suffocation;
The numb vibes refusing to abandon me -
Drove me to my ultimatum with a heavy blow!

Do I love you any less than yesterday?
Do you think my piety vanished?
You are wrong, with all due respect.

Disparaged Rationale no more vital;
Emotions unwilling to trace back;
Actuality reluctant to awake;
Dead words buried so deep.

Is sensitivity a long lost past?
Alone, into a musical melancholy,
Devoid of you, ma shrine,

Where can I seek my salvation?

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