Your emerald eyes absorb me till I run as xeric as autumn.
I cherish your presence more than mine,
It’s more than just magical and divine.
Hard to believe you’re true, or is it, haunting me from my past, a phantom?
Not a single exchange of colloquy. Not even one in brevity.
But on the spur of the moment, your heart touches mine.
And you become the poem to my rhyme.
This is insanity. Yes, it is. And certainly, to my felicity, it has no remedy.
Gradually, my world rotates around your axis,
It’s terrifying how your absence deteriorates me.
The world stops spinning and the slumbering trepidation in my head starts running free,
And I ascertain your worth. How my sub-conscious made you, of the story of my life, the most crucial passus.
It’s funny how, with a fleeting glimpse of you, my heart stumbles into a yonder,
One that’s so ethereal that my heart shrivels and waits for yours to heal it,
Though to you I am a random, redundant soul with helter-skelter and incorrigible habits, too abject to deal with.
But is it too much to ask for, when I only ask for a petite slice of your heart and hinder mine from turning somber?
I wonder, how might it feel to have your hand in mine?
Would it be cruel to envision that? Would it be incongruous to discreetly track you down?
I let the curiosity gain control of me until I become fragile. But the fragility feels beautiful for I wear the visions of you and I like a crown.
But, could it really happen? You and I? Will I ever be able to steal your heart just like you did mine?
~ Riddhi Chakraborty
Notes: It’s about the dazedness one dissolves into once the visions of them and their “love interest” cloud their mind.
Swan's Labyrinth 