The Spasm

A strange galore sort of zilch is destroying me.
It must be the facade of innocent times and thoughts.

An unexplained avowal dazes me off.
Well, there exists no great remembrances, I reckon.

But, why is it always difficult to understand few kaleidoscopically miniscule carnivals?
As I paced up beyond my teenage into this unspecified fast moving period of time, my purer intentions have become intractable. Eventually, what's apart from my personal vendetta is that I've been slow-poisoning the old me.

It has left no stone unturned trying to find what's going on.
Has it been just a temperamental dream?
or Am I just day-dreaming?

Inescapable & lucent.
It's indescribable.
Yet I feel.
I feel. 

Just as I thought, it was lacking a speculative prime relationship material.
The moot point of having power is to exercise it in all its forms.
But am clueless why we are unequipped to cope?
Those bitter-sweet moments spiralled my emotions into an oblivion.

But it seems I've got the wonders of days and nights still unsated.
Because, we never had a perfect non-spatial moment to look into each others' eyes and know exactly, what the feelings were.

Now, my thoughts drifts apart without any boundaries.
My fantasized dreams were taken away. 

I don't care if you are a game changer.
Cause I am.
I just want to know how black it is on the other side.
I want you to feel it.
And make you rememorate every now and then.

Then I blink and realise.
A perfect and succinct reason, amply good for those circumstances.
That, you're still residing in my mind.

I'm so sure that it wouldn't get (ever) any sweeter than this.
Resilience is the key attribute of mine.
So, I will let the time pass by with my worn-out stares.
Like the sun rays into the beyond.
Beyond the horizon.

Go on! 
Here now today, gone somewhere tomorrow.
You raving belittled time!