Dreams And Dilemmas (Part 1) 

Life seemed beautiful

and completely full….

But that is still an incomplete life

If there’s nothing to strife….

Perhaps, in my case it was a dilemma

To save either my love Estelle or our unborn Emma….

After multiple self strangulation moments

Along with depression filled nights and mental torments….

The day arrived

When the red light got my senses expired….

The tempest proved to be at its best

For no one could tell the difference between tears and sweat….

Yet with infatuations for hatred

And the feeling that I was betrayed….

I remarked ” Thy Jesus

There ain’t any thesis or thesaurus….

That states an innocent

Whether unborn or living, to face it’s decent….

Especially when the plot

Depicts mother earth being deprived of the harbingers of love in lots”….

And in extreme exhaustion

I lost my eyesight to the mental imbalance….

When I woke up

All I could hear was a baby crying in the field of buttercup….

It was in pain

Probably dying due to the buttercup’s bane….

For a moment my disgust and disdain

Forced me to waddle away from the terrain….

I bursted into tears

Realising the fact that I couldn’t save my very own dear….

So thinking of her sacrifice to save our symbol of love

I tried paving my way to save the screeching dove….

But the field tricked me

As it’s thorns pricked me….

Inducing poison up my nerve

Which Languored my soul, but the thought of the beautiful curve….

On that baby’s face enthralled

My broken heart to feel a beat, so I hauled….

Forward to encapsulate the little soul in my arms

That moment became priceless as the dove giggled to entwine me in it’s charm….

I retraced my path, only to find a boat

Which could ferry only one to safety, that made me gloat….

So I comforted the baby onto it

And helped it sail till the midway, before surfeit….

In the form of darkness drowned me to my demise

Yet there was this unfelt glee in XXL size….

I thought I had died

But I was back outside the block where I had lost my sight….

Finally the red light was off the sceptre

And gathering all the courage I could, I dragged myself to unfold the awaiting chapter….

…. To be continued in Dreams And Dilemmas Part 2.


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