sleep plays hide, in lack i seek

my mind is wayward and bent,
my fingers tremble in their own accord
i can't even write

what the fuck is wrong with me ...

only god knows i'm trying my best,
falling into a revolution for my life,

maybe you'll hold my hand ,

these are the best times of my life in the worst life of my time,

i've become so tired of this loneliness,
i'm a fool to try ,

temptation, sin, is a way of life ...

fragile

we spend out entire lives in pursuit of intelligence, enlightenment, closure (call it whatever..) avoiding, even shunning the visceral that plagues us , to what end ? realization of our aspirations or rather subjugation to an inept sense of morality ? with even the most basic of our yearnings smothered by an overtly controlled social experiment that is defined by the mistakes of the ancient, that by inherent nature represents a downward spiral. Sometimes i wonder..

jelly evenings and jam nights
sweet bitter noons in shrine

mine in yours or later
shall we wine

oh we
do

relay, replay the foreplay

replay, relay in bombay

relay, replay the endplay

someday, someway we will find a throughway to another day

replay

i am stuck

i am lost

i am dead

i have changed

stuck in the irrelevance of my own making

it envelopes me

robs me of my sleep, of my peace, of my life

everyday, every waking hour ....