I am trying to gauge my obscure imagination.
By converting redundancy into evocative foreshadowing and with creative poetic unravelling.
For a groping logic so inquisitively cathartic,
Saving me from intellectual shallowness.
Culling and honing with emotional packaging,
I try to drown myself in the silent purposefulness.
I traipse in the silent discovery of the fragility of life.
Missing the romantic scape graces which defined my life at one phase,
Now I propose to adieu the erstwhile corporal glory.
Bidding a tactile farewell to the love making which was based on tactic than emotion.
For love is an ephemeral flood of feeling
Neither the product nor precursor of an enduring relationship.
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