time for poetry again ...this one's called "for her eyes only"
of late the poet in him had been struggling to find the right words
to describe the internal conflicts which he had been confronting of late
fate and those with whom he had forged alliances came to haunt him in fits and bursts
without having any idea of the scars they had inflicted on his psyche, the stoic they left behind without as much as an afterthought
his flamboyant demeanor was only a cocoon which protected his sanctum sanctorum ..
he had long given up his hard fought battle for sanity, materialism proving to be an enchanting companion during the aftermath of the resistance
his life without purpose enamored him no more, an existence hardly worth justifying
he knew that no matter how big the cause, he was only putting off the inevitable
like a flickering candle, he now calmly awaits the end , his grieving soul finding solace in her portrait
to describe the internal conflicts which he had been confronting of late
fate and those with whom he had forged alliances came to haunt him in fits and bursts
without having any idea of the scars they had inflicted on his psyche, the stoic they left behind without as much as an afterthought
his flamboyant demeanor was only a cocoon which protected his sanctum sanctorum ..
he had long given up his hard fought battle for sanity, materialism proving to be an enchanting companion during the aftermath of the resistance
his life without purpose enamored him no more, an existence hardly worth justifying
he knew that no matter how big the cause, he was only putting off the inevitable
like a flickering candle, he now calmly awaits the end , his grieving soul finding solace in her portrait