Run with me in my perpetual haste. Wander with me in my desperate search. Meander with me in my whimsical course. Slalom with me in my endless vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me to my senseless abysses. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my verbal euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Prostrate

You were my rock, my only one. And I kicked you aside, in my ever-present callousness and overconfidence. Today I had a glimpse of your rejection and your abandon. Just a glimpse. But such a cold came over my heart- that chill of fear I will never forget, my frozen palms- clammy and shivering, even as I write this to you.

Will you ever find it in your heart, in those intense depths, to forgive me, my dear? Will I ever have your blessing again? Will I, if I become a smaller me? Will I, if I turn over a new leaf? Will I, if I go back to simply hovering around you again?

Give me a sign. Hold my hand. I lie prostrate before you and ask... Please take me back. Please...

 
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