Providence Entwined
Doesn’t glance at you
when he walks by . . .
He’s in a world of his own
with a multitude of ambitions?
He sweats at breaching the rampart
of indignity in adolescents’ decoy
he will never feel used again.
Most the time he is
in a furrow disguise of distraction
elbowing everyone away.
All these days he is charting
in a chimera of kismet.
Why the grievous face love?
Whom are you thinking of today?
You can try but you will never delete
the hands of fate love.
I am absorbing deeper
into the exhausted structure of your skin
and my caress will not leave till you turn–
the blade of existence.
Doesn’t glance at me
but I sense him all around me
a clandestine lover within–
my subconscious?
He’s in a world of mine
where I forged the portal to withhold
the standards of today’s clique.
He labours at making me lighthearted
even when he is not in the temper to fulfill.
Most the time he is my rock
and pillars me from the burden
of the world around us.
All these days he is waking restricted
in my skin braided to my fortunes.
Why so content love?
Who is the nova
in bottomless mahogany eyes today?
You can attempt but will never
cleanse my aroma from your destiny.
I am complex inside passageways of love
and my sensation will not cast off your destiny.
No my love my stroke will forever stigma-
you mine till our fates perform the final dance.
He is stone, a man of method
to exchange the darkness inside my head.
He is light when all my days have been
colourless and gray within.
This man is my element
to a better way of existence.
He doesn’t envision me as I am wholly yet
but in time I hope he will disrobe all my enigmas
and conceive them his as I fashion him mine.
In final interpretation I will embody his essence–
close to mine for I sense we will eternally be
entwined in time.
