INTO THE WILD

Verse -1

I engraved the tarnishes of my bitter sweet longing engrossed in the tapestry of your fabric,

Singing the most reckoning poem at the chambers of castle walls crumbling , one by one,

Mirroring how I actually feel, when I fall completely ,

I actually got no one to pick me or keep me , forever absolutely,  

So I sit there shattered in chunks of agony , staring right back at my bruises ,

That yawned the purpose of my profound vacancy .

 Verse -2

I push the burden of my body under the ravishes of my remarkable ruin ,

That I let you do to me , every time I give you my autonomy ,

the uninhabited hurt I grieve over , the untenanted and hurted torso I sob over,

the keys I quickly fastened to practice romance like fairytales ,

but you were gone , as the reality made me realise, that the hero can no more be reconciled.

Verse -3 

I returned ,I remorsed , I ruined , my identity for someone who didn`t look back at me

so I tried to recover from the apathy of the myths I have trusted all my life ,

and I laid to go downhill for once ,twice and thrice but then I tried to retrieve. 

as deterioration of my soul is no more the “thrill” of my wounded  womankind

I longed , I leaned, I yearned , I grieved , I lost , I looked , I even drugged myself for a while,

But I couldn`t delay my redemption anymore, so I strolled back to unite my self with significance .

 Verse -4 

Though half heartedly and then in the voyage , I vomited for sometime, but I gained my independency

I killed , I culled, I calmed, I catered, I crusaded , I felt the calamity , I cleaned the cause of my chaos ,obnoxiously

The price we all have to pay for committing obscure insanity if we save ourselves from committing suicide

This is the curse I would carry to my coffin until I die,

Loving is the most giving act of humankind ,and men would be applauded for that . 

But when woman chooses to perform an act, let it be loving or giving.

Verse -5

They are damned for eternity ,  they are doomed absolutely, they are deranged for not performing it ,

but feeling it from all their senses intensely ,

And this would be their ill destined fate , till they commit self slaughter on their part of not enduring anything unconditionally, 

And let it be love alone , and the men of any age and era would make them regret ,

That even with all right rational and reasons , still, longing for them is the biggest sin that a women could ever commit ,

So women choose to become distant and then they could never ever get compelled to feel the same love twice .

 Verse -6 

This is the ignition point of comprehending that how sick and sad it is to have taken birth in a momentary circle of cascade, 

Where human relations lack genuine , unconditional and kind goodwill for the other one ,

But a barter system of give and take , but when some people keep giving they feel so empty and hollow that they forget to receive , because nobody actually asks them , if they are starving genuinely 

And I know the guilt one carries in being good and still getting  guillotined on board. 

But what could I expect more from this race , if not consumption and cruelty, at display

But I only have one thing to say, “ never let someone devour your uncommon to tame you If you know you belong to the wild.” 

Leeza