The Portrait

Published March 17, 2024 · 1 min read

To crave the connection.
Through a picture. Through words.

Embattled with the foe fantasy
and dreamy irreality,

Snapped, by the fear
of the first confrontation,
a terse dance subtly masked
and masqueraded with the play of tongues.

But it is with the same subtleties
of which I shyly approach.

Who, how and where are you?

This deviance in the monotonous,
a star taking flight,

Descends on an ethereal horizon;
chained to the sight.
Its brief existence a snapshot,
captured by desirous eyes.

Open, I leave, the door
for gratuitous visitation rights
to a heart enclosured, and
fortified mind.

But it is not to be
a modern romcom stomp,
whose beats subside to a

Prim indifference with no nook of calm.
No warm balm, but just the skin-touched
Cold fabric, sheets soulless,
unrested under covers.

And so alone I drift
in a dreamless realm,
at two inn the settlig twilight.
So sleepy, is the sunrise.

Commentary: Mood - capturing some feelings from restless night(s) during a workday. It was 2am, and i couldn’t sleep. Expresses the formless figure whom I wanted to connect with

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