Infactuations
You are the one dwelling on my senses,Developing attachments for love and desire.
Bringing memories of infactuations causing confusions,
Filling my mind with duties and goals,
Justifying your actions with a thirst for passion.
You are the one dressing up my conflicts,
Dismissing all your cravings in the mirror,
Keeping me awake in that trance between pleasures,
Repeating my words beyond comprehension to your ears,
Scripting the unknown future with innumerable directions.
You are the one renouncing your name,
Seeking refuge in an equipoise within my mind,
Performing these actions against my simple questions,
Blundering under the blindness of your infactuation,
Understanding me well to know my heart wont let yours fall.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
10:13 AM
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