Every hap leads to another mishap

 Every hap leads to a mishap...

 When the time changes to wreckon the tumult in the head of a headstrong,

The healer becomes patient to turn the light into offspots.

In the granold of grimsom that peaches along the way of winter sky,

I beckon behind the curtains of walter treason where the ceiling lies.

In the broken armour of the outrageous karma fire,

I fill my heart in the headset of holy love that break my day and my nights.

I try to seek the wind in the fairy roses of prickle with thorn,

that cuts the hands of its seeker in divine.

I danced along the bars of love- live- lust in the hard and easy times,

I trust the timing of treason trees that treat me and gave me the power to rise.

 In the seasonal stars that draws you down towards the same old truth,

You have become the expert to deny it , in a doubt then and in a tumult now...

In the evening you still try to recall ,how she used to smile,

But you knew that was the way she mocks so gracefully, for only a while...

Now it's night and you have crept unneath your blanket,

Just to experience how the warmth of her hold would land on your cold ruined jacket.

But when the midnight would start to embrace you in her arms,

You would sit near your window,just waiting for her car to pass by...

(Though you know it would never...)

Then all you do over and over ,on and on, again and again,

Is just miss her hairs, silken shirt, weary face ,finger traces,

All her touches, making you now all insane.

 And then at every Saturday's you weep a little more,

And then at every Sunday you make up your mind to move on , and you open the recovery door .

At every Monday , you encourage yourself,to enter there and never come back,

But at every Tuesday, you just stand there a little more and think, all blank and black!

So here you again close the door, and drink the last shot of wine in your hand ,

Promising that this would be  the last tear rolling down your eyes for her gone love...

But you knows, it never really happens,

You always steps in,

And it always ends in,

In your mishaps...

Leeza