Sticky Thoughts

I love the turmoil our love has sowed in each sham's soil.

I say no to evolution, as I've made peace with my evil notions.

Just a remorse, just till death.

One day our sky will hail the dawn.

And right now we're not laying on an even lawn.

It's a rollercoaster ride and our grip needs to be tight.

What will I be?

Craziness is crossing all the limits of craze.

No stories can help me figure where I'd head with the red burning head.

The thick curtains in my room doesn't allow the darkness to ooze outta my possession.

She's same as the air I draw, suffocation is the result when I choose ignorance.

Distance has been tested at times, I've still got stains of my blood on my own tongue.

Though I've burnt already, my soaked ashes also catches fire as I realize that I'm still alive.

Breathing under the same rain where one touches you and says sonnets on you.

The stretch is long so as the last few moments, the fate's making me drink the venom of hell.

Look at me, I'm growing blue.

Tell her, she's the heaven in her arms and elixir in her touch.

Don't question her, she stays too far away to answer.

I too suffer the ails that gashes her skin.

The agony touches her and leaves scars on me.

I wished for strength and weakness is what I've got.

This biased battle couldn't have been better fought.

One after the other, I kept losing my thoughts.

Still I need time to bring myself back to the stable pebbles.

After the momentary separation makes the twilight cripple.

Feels like I'm under the spell of some voodoo.

Marionette I've become of these dark hours.

Nothing in these hands stays unscathed.

Everyone around pauses in nadir en route to crest.

Your slight tilt starts draining the elixir of our nexus.

Whenever it ain't smooth with you, I fail falling asleep that very night.

I've no way to follow, the peak of this way stands quite low.