Touch the spur of ecstasy by experiencing loneliness, floating as a feather when the sea and sky is all a mystery, alike are we humans.
The spur of ecstasy, I enjoy
in the arm of loneliness
makes me know life
in no hypocrisy;
but simply beautiful it is
when no chains of binding
relationships, care you
and you float in the seas and skies
so weightless as a feather
longing to touch further heights
still a time you want less,
much less.
When certain days,
makes your day
with some visions,
and their presence,
their spirits do hug us,
shedding off the loneliness,
which once you believed is
another walk of life, you thought
wouldn't walk over in ease
finding reasons above and over
for lacking a companion in
both coffee and crime.
Happiness, can't step too far
and would loneliness too
when I see from far
the arms trying to hold
me strong, not that I am weak
but I am enough strong,
to give in ecstasy and warmth
to the ones, who truly deserve
and that was the first contact,
probably the last too, together
for the spur of ecstasy.
© Parvathy Ramachandran
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