Obscure Mists and Desire

Long gone
Long Forgotten
Yet in a blink of an eye
You’re back in hindsight

Forcefully buried or
Forcefully erased
Memories carefully put into long lost words
Back as flashbacks which really hurt

Needing advice
She’s realized
How lonely it can be
Especially the new journey

Being attractive
Living adaptive
Still hurts recalling her lie
“Except husband, can’t ever on anyone rely..”

New day
New mornings
Enthusiastically about a Goa trip she disclosed
Lifeless I went as, “..new boyfriend” she spoke

Half empty
Half full
It’s just temporary
She said being varied

Solar eclipses and
Lunar eclipses
Discoursed to saying really nice things
She complimented me as ‘nicest of all known beings’

Blossoming spring and
Remorseful autumns
“Maybe this time around we could be a thing..”
“But won’t last long…” she added to the fling

The flower and
The thorns
They both saw irresistibility
But both resisted at their own irritability

Guilt desires and
Forest fires
She fancied tumbling down the memory lanes
Miffed on learning how things have changed

Obscure mist or
Vague haze
Don’t know if **she’s resentful on what **she’s realized
Or is it all pretentious under a masked disguise

** Some days, She seems apt here, Some days the word He complies better…