What was that?

Rooted I am, or so they say
Perceptive I am, I like to think
Delusional I am not, I never was
Fooled I am not, I keep my guard.

And then ...

What was that?!

That hit me,
swept me
fooled me
drugged me
stupefied me

and then

enraged me
mocked me
derided me
confounded me.

Is it an art inimitable
a fine tuned skill
or a passing fancy
that caught his whim.

How is it done,
fail to fathom.

You step in
and out
all in a fraction.
You depart with ease
of course, when you please.
You had it all chalked out
the span too I suppose.
You remained untouched
having come so close.

Didn't see it coming,
The end or the beginning.

Wiser and lessons learnt
Singed and fingers burnt
Some things remain a puzzle
The niggling doubts
the fragmented parts
will linger a while
knotted up in a tangle.

Do you not care at all,
Not for me, but for what it is
Does it not matter at all
If it comes down, to just this.

Penning down doubts
about the very existence
of what used to engulf us
in a world that made sense.

A world that we sought as
refuge and sweet pleasure
Dunked ourselves in when
the world turned real bizarre.

what occurred was just incidental?
I needn't get mushy and sentimental?
It was a deluge we let ourselves in
Tried carrying on, seems it had an ending.


Do you not care at all,
Not for me, but for what it was
Does it not matter at all
If it has comes down, to just this.

I guess not.
Move on.

When do strands
turn to fetters
And when they are,
how do they fray,
and snap.

When do words turn
sterile and cold,
and turn into
words,
nothing more.

When do expressions
turn contrived,
blase, pithy,

cold, at times

muted.

When does it
begin to make
sense, the madness,
and sanity, sidles

back in, warily.

When things come,
Full circle?

Damn you!

Besotted by this song.

What do you do with it,
Cover it up?
As if you could.

Maybe fill it up, with
everyday stuff.
Try if you will.

Grows and drives you,
up the damn wall
Till you yield.

Why it weighs more
when there is less,
anyone?

Words at times ease,
the afflicted malaise
or the ache, but

What do you do with
the wretched
oppressing
gnawing
chasmic
deep
abyss?