TO THE STENTORIAN!
You the stentorian in my heart,
Hard and fuelled by impulse,
Speaks with silent eloquence,
And discreet persuasion.
Whilst I unheeded the voice so intense,
Vociferously it manifested itself
Plunging into my psyche,
Coercing me to caution that
Proximity assiduously promotes obsession,
‘Beware of the apparently benign bond
That may leave you staring bewildered,
At the apathetic callousness
Of seeming intimate!’
It happened several times
When I found solace
In a compatible companion!
Like a well wisher it pleads me
To retract my decision to carry on.
But then life is perfect master
Trains me with hurts and pains
Respite, is the lesson I learned
As this clique teaches a lesson or two
With their façade surfacing with urgency.
But then I take it all in my stride,
As time is a perfect healer
This process of my churning
Teaches me to accept my own self, that
I am inept before the power of loving manners
And leaving myself at the mercy of fate.
Though getting hurt at the hypocrisy,
I cherish with inimitable joy,
Of living through each of them.
I script this story in perfect blue,
Brining to light the soul of each association
pronouncing that i love my life!
