Blend In

Personalities of identifications
Synonymously chameleon
In between blended sceneries.

An emphatic bidirectional brushstroke
Is easily noticed
In unidirectional stroked paintings.

Empathetic rituals of dissonance’s;
Discordance against acceptances;
Wallflowers or wildflowers;
Differences and similarities;

Dualistic gains and losses in choices
Of speaking or remaining unspoken.

-Sabs-

Nearly Tangible

Cautiously noting the mind’s receding ebb,
Drawn tides start to analyse what could be baryonic
Baryogenesis. Nearly tangible composite matter, a
Caustic reminder of how mind controlled fingers left me daunted.
Entreaties written in order to salvage my newfound motif,
Envelope me in irrefutable mysterious nebulaic puff.
Extended exposure or optical filters inspire
Extricated colours of nuanced diaphora,
Commonly referred to as love. As descended
Euphoric waves disdainfully entertain the beguiled.

-Sabs-

The Cost of Belief

There was a time I believed
In a fantasy place.
I built a temple on
Corinthian orders
Of paranoid imagination,
Ornate acanthus leaves
Chiseled into fine lunacy,
Screeds of data scrolled
Into voluted borders,
As fluted grooves of belief
Sang to me, ’twas reasoned.

But eventually,
In disbelief, I
Watched the wrecking ball
Of objective participants
Demolish the columns
I had sculpted with
Time and attention
Instantaneously,
Left in ruin.

I won’t build temples again.

I wish
You had chosen life instead.
I had wanted to see magic
At least once.

-Sabs-

You Don’t Know

“What is wrong with you,
You are supposed to
Be focusing on projects.”

“I found passion.”

“You’ve allowed yourself
To be consumed
By something weaker,
Obsession.”

“Maybe.”

“What is it?
Is it an apparition?”

“…”

“You don’t even know.
A fucking fabrication.
You don’t even know.”

“I know.
Its depth took over me,
There was a world to see.
The plans we made
Ripped in ultramarine
Sheets of an aberration.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“Place that drive
In other things
Of importance.”

“The sea is important.”

“Not when its existence
Is a question.”

“It exists.
Its the creatures
It harbors
I can’t discern.”

“Being uncertain is a part of life.”

“But I need to know.”

“You don’t.”

-Sabs-