Agony and Ecstasy of Doubt
Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.
Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast aspirations,
of doubt in the mind.
Seizing, the moment;
of weakness.
Mr. Jealousy, smoothly;
Waltz into her heart.
For nature has cast;
him as a villain,
in life's play.
Bestowed, with the dubious,
gift of 'conviction'.
He plants the seed,
of doubt in her heart.
Tormenting her night and day.
She's just humane.
Blessed, as such,
to be the fairer sex.
Her heart just crumbles.
She starts hearing,
music in her ear.
The rythym of blues,
That's so hauntingly addictive.
Takes her to desolate places.
Insecurity takes her toll.
And plays mind games with her.
Mirages, take control,
of doubting mind.
She is losing her grip,
on the railing of her trust.
From where, she was hanging.
Having slipped, from the deck,
of the sinking ship, of hope.
As her grip loosens,
her mind abandons her.
Slowly; but surely,
she's slipping into the dark,
unfathomable abyss.
And as she slips into void.
She reminiscence.
Wonderful days of her life:
On a cruise ship,
she was sailing.
A voyage so alluring,
happiness and joy,
her constant company.
She blissfully,
slept the nights away.
Dreaming about,
the wonderful days ahead.
A life, filled with unending;
love, with her chosen one.
Her love was waiting,
for her with open arms:
on a sandy shore.
Cupid's arrows spring fourth,
and strike the target with precision.
Venus she quivers, with jealousy.
Erotica spreads her wings,
and soars into the winds.
And sprinkles
her stardust in the sky.
Her heart would tingle.
She'll feel weak in her limbs.
Her whole body will shudder.
A symphony in agony and ecstasy.
Garnished with a dash of love.
Drizzle of sex and little sprinkle of lust .
And little twist of sweetness from the lips.
Enchanting life with immortality.
That's bliss so sublime.
That Picasso's colours,
have lost their hues.
And Beethoven's,
music sounds off tune.
She feels the rapid beating,
of her gentle heart,.
the heaving of her soft breast.
And the pounding of his chest,
against her breast.
Her ecstasy reaches the crescendo,
And plummets back to the ground.
As the rippled, sensation generated;
in her loins, subside in concentric waves.
She completely encapsulated,
with unyielding love.
Where there is no time or space.
Emancipation from the Mortal kind.
Manna from the heaven above.
The gift ordained,
by the wonderful,
handiwork, of the Creator.
The, only physical thing that exists,
free of any encumbrance.
So spiritual, it cannot be experienced,
without passion.
They lie in each other arms,
Savouring extreme rapture,
Of the ecstasy.
Devoid of expectations,
of any kind.
Just a prologue,
to procreation,
epilogue to life.
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