Dream of a nightmare

Does that happen to you?

Every now and then, 

often maybe?

Just when you think

you had it all,

all under control,

glowing in the smugness

of knowing it.

That one is kicked,

deep in the gut.

Knocking the wind off.

Caught-

in a vortex of disbelief-

unguarded and unaware.

When one is sold to the

grand spread of deceit,

The distant bells toll.

It's peals ringing truth 

into your ears

and shivering soul,

like the quaking,slurred speech

of a wizened soothsayer.

And you run 

from

the hideously

gnarled veins on that

bony frame.

And you run from it all

while the distant bells toll.

You struggle

to flee out of reach.

They grasp you,

and lay it all naked and bare.

Whispering in hushed tones,

that waking or not,

some dreams 

do come true,but ,

every now and then

so does a nightmare.

So, does that happen to you?

At times, maybe,

 when you are asleep,

when you are unguarded,

unaware?

Was that a dream? 

A nightmare?

Or dream of a nightmare?

Precarious affections - An ode in retribution of love much lost....

I intend to let you know,

how much I love you,

despite,

your feigned ignorance,

and I shall make your

life miserable

till you drop

that exaggerated pretense.

You thought

you could move on,

get by,breezing past

like I were thin air

that your couldn't see?

Mistaken as you are

and pay you shall.

Only this time

not with rotten,

dated notions of romance

fed to a gullible me.

Don't you see

Why I am doing this?

Out of love.

Love ;

Indeed,you'll see.

The very one you

faked,and

there shall be no letting go,

till you come

back,crawling

on all four.

Begging me back in your

life unto death,

this time in earnest,

going down,

down on your knee.

Remember,

the other day?

when you chided

in passing-A coward-

to not go after

what I wanted?

Well,you better leave

a good eye to

watch your back

because I am right there

making sure you forfeit

every blessing

you thought

you had counted.

I intend to let you know,

how much I love you,

despite,

your feigned ignorance,

and I shall make your

life miserable

till you drop

that exaggerated pretense.

hasta la vista!

There have been

one too many,

yet to you

its the hardest

good bye to say.

To cherish though

I have

your warm embrace,

snug in your arms,

the rhythm of your breath;

gentle and soft

on my face.

The smell of you,

ever so faint,

that lingers

long after

I am on my own.

The almost telepathic way
you find me,

inconsequential talks

of pretense

only to assure me

of your presence.

The gruff shrug ,

"nothing"

you say.

You know

I love you

all the more

for it,

the curve of your

drooping shoulder included,

because

I know

I am never alone.

None of that change,

no matter

how far,

from you,

I am ,away,

I couldnt bid you farewell,

anyday,

its, indeed,

the hardest

good bye to say.

Abyss

The vain mind

Seeing invisible,

only imperfections

Plagued by doubt,

bewitched by illusion,

in mirrors ,in eyes,

in reflections.

A greater loss of sight,

Unnoticed, unseen.

The distortions ,within ,

of a soul,

from beautiful to ugly,

reminiscent of

lost battles,and

the journey between.

Context and Inspired by

In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a handsome Greek youth who had never seen his reflection. The nymph Echo had been punished by Hera for gossiping by being cursed to forever "have the last word". Echo had seen Narcissus walking through the forest and wanted to talk to him, but because of the curse she wasn't able to speak first. When Narcissus became thirsty and stopped to take a drink, he saw his reflection in the water for the first time. Not knowing any better, he fell in love and started talking to it. Echo had been following him and started repeating the last thing he said. Not yet understanding reflections, Narcissus thought his reflection was speaking to him and became more engaged. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus pined away at the pool and changed into the flower that bears his name, the narcissus.

And from the immensely readable…….

The narcissism epidemic: living in the age of entitlement By Jean M. Twenge, W. Keith Campbell

The Drama of the gifted Child by Alice Miller.

I was reading an article about how vanity is not merely a trait but a terminal mental affliction for celebs who shun the outside world as they age because they rather people remember them for their beauty from the heydays. And how it is very nearly fatal...The same goes for the runway models and ballerinas who are obsessed with perfectionism, risking their mental and physical health by pushing them to inhuman limits.

Romeo and Juliet

Juliet

The heart ,too ,

has seasons.

One to meet,

to part,

To make up

and fight.

Yet

all it takes to live

is love,

Not reasons.

Romeo

I know not

what gloom awaits

If it is willed so,

even in death,

parted in body,

but in soul ,

though,

we shall remain ,

in love,

conjoined fates.

The midnight's child

Dark and deep ,I serenade,

Like broodings of a senile mind.

And the souls long to see,

What mere eyes shall never find.

In the light of day its another self,

Theres more to what one could be.

Unraveled , naked in this obscurity,

If only the spirits were set truly free.

Taught to assume, grim and evil,

For all ,through ages, oh! despised night.

If one dint shun in hate, they’d hear,

There’s a music in me ,

Mellifluously cold and quiet.

When the sleeping sun rises above,

bedside reveries take your leave.

Have your dance and song by the day,

To  a life and world of make believe.

When you are back in my embrace,

Silenced in you ,incessant chatters,

as close to real as you could be,

for good or bad, nothing else matters.

That song in your heart

Its no matter today,

so, you sing me a song

thats in your heart.

Even when there are

no blues to chase away.

I know not the words

And I know I croak,

but I cud'nt care any less.

All I want is to hum along.

So, will you sing me a song?

Sometimes its nice

just to say,

there's no one else,

I would rather be with.

I love you,

I always did.

You are not much for

words or show.

and that I'm so weird.

so mush.

and a little mad .

Still, you

think the world of me,

that I know.

Can we then just let

us be?

Love all the wrongs

in each other we see.

For now,

All i want is to

hum along.

So, will you sing me a song?