Spinning in circles of mundane,
Every day is like another day.
No great depression or pain
Is a curse that’s ourselves to blame.
For smothering soul of perfection
Nothing is too much to bear.
Addictive nature of affection
In disguise of reality’s glare.
Resonating with photographs
Of poorly distilled happiness,
Filled with nonchalant laughs
And stainless beauty of experience:
Smokey bars in neon-colored eyes,
Cobbled streets and movie nights,
Too many sunsets and a lonely sunrise
Brings in pastel melancholy lights...
As this beauty lives and breathes,
Living in her whirlpools of contrasts
Is twice as daunting as it seems.
No one escapes it, but the restless.