WISHFUL LIVING, WISHFUL DYING

1] once I will die

you all would realize

I bled my soul on paper

I bled my existence on vellums

I bled my what ifs like I was born for this

& wrote verses worth of seven haunting lives

till your gazette would press me , against my oppresses

but I would have left , my parchment on pining , in excesses

 

 

2] a master takes birth often

a mastermind in years

one of a kind in a decade

a nonpareil in a century  

 

3] wishful living , wishful dying

all my forebears ,

 upcycled my endevours of fateful trying

beguiling the impulsivity of illicit dreams

be my forever , be my company ,

 be my friend , be my agony

my lover , be my tragedy ,

once in a while ,make my life worthwhile

Leeza