The gradual step,
Is over in a moment,
Takes a lifetime to engrave,
Fragments of summarization,
Born in the realm of an era,
With a perception of inception....
Within the lonesome suppression,
Adulthood now gyrates within the neighborhood,
Bringing promises and the brewery of dreams,
Blossoming amidst the wastefulness of the past,
The glamor of the future,
Hand in hand with the disillusioned crevices of imagination....
Maturity was so amorous,
Took me by hand from the protective arm of nurturing words to the brute of seduction,
The brute who tore apart any armour of sanctity,
Until the reconcilement of strength,
Which charmed its own way into the house of enigma.
Smothered by monotony,
We were intensely satisfied,
Isolated tactile pleasure,
Tactfully crawled under our not so virtuous skin,
Then we were unbound,
Unbound by the sheer force of will.
Authority just morphed into a docile boundary...
Ever drop of sensuality of a woman,
It happens to be her essence of being,
Cannot be suppressed by the dry fury of the flames,
The placidity of the lands far away within the fathomed lands,
The crude sound of monotony,
Encircled by the full fledged form of threat...
Then we rose ahead,
Embraced by the comfort of our escapades,
Running through a field of opium,
Scented with a rotten hint,
Unceremoniously had hidden vibes of distortion,
Below the fodder of kinder words...
There were harems in our head,
An obstruction in the orchid of virtue,
Bore the shame of consolatory visits,
Caresses the purity of lust,
Gnaws at its core,
The mystery of its existence,
Unsullied with sordidity and slyness...
