step-backed thoughts

The mixed feelings stay to flay
The cute face
the weary welcome
the disabled smile
the withdrawn embrace

the wait for the verdict, not yet
the wandering hope
the celebrated division
the fatefull toss
love…..the apparent loss

Obsessive Thoughts

I breathe but do i live?
I cut but why dont I bleed?
I dance on my grave
jumping on obsession to obsession
to find the thrill satisfaction passion magic
none’s tenor is vindictive, none has the magic

amalgamated with past
retry the fated obsession
the magic is gone
the passion is lost

where to find where to run
jump to the moon or to the sun
to feel alive and yet not to burn
something to beckon

Alas! I die tonight
only to reborn in AM
the pain I feel, keeps me alive
so dance I must, till the ultimate passion
the one which will become THE obsession