A sprinkle of dust

A sprinkle of dust,

reclaiming my vagabond days,

wandering aimlessly on deserted streets,

at nightfall,

lost identity,

ravaged by time,

only stars and clouds are real,

i remain a pale version of myself,

charred voice,

longing for my anchor,

she’s inexistent,

imaginary lover,

bare open your heart,

embrace my soul,

tired and worn out,

fatigue,

no energy left to fight and overcome ordeals,

when this madness going to stop!

i seek answers, selfish ones!

for my happiness and mental peace,

show me the path,

alcohol is my only solace,

to run away from the world,

hiding behind the layers of emotions.

Carcass of flesh and eerie night

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Vagabond straying alone in the universe's created pathway and dark, empty roads;
 Temptation to sin in the city of lust;

Dark alleys;

Vociferous barking of dogs,

often a despairing call,

distrust of strangers:

Eerie silence in the night:

A temptation too hard to resist:

Of flesh and empty, barren souls;

Craving for tenderness, lusty touch and flowery garden of caress;

Empty souls that we are;

Sensual carcass of flesh,

the illusion of love;

It's plain good fuck that gratifies us;

Mechanical sex;

Sometimes with plain strangers and most of the times under society's stamp of approval;

The traveler in us is desperate;

This journey is an illusion;

Life's portrait can be damaging;

A stark reminder to take things slow;

Knocked down is good;

Stop and breath heavily;

Let the gentle air flow inside;

Close the eyes;

Be dead to the world.

Love

Vishal