Despondency Poem by Paras Saxena

I tarry for it`s pernicious
She was never a cure, just a palliation
An interim sanity in my atrocious smile
An ephemeral peace in my ugly shambles
My last belief in benevolence
I dread of that brief but lovely time`s evanescence
And the touch of zeal, that liveliness
That smear of fugacious happiness
The brokenness exposes the fallacy of ‘forever yours'
Once more it perfuses and pervades
Over my spirit and skin and I shall die
With my half-love and full emptiness
With my intact and unbleached darkness
With my crippled joy for with my every breath
I still can smell that moment`s fragrance
When my lips found hers and my soul enlivened
For that one breath life blessed me
Pointless when at my being`s birth, death cursed me
With ruthless slaughter of my pleasure
And a stench of melancholy in my mirth of every measure
Of reminiscence in every form of my poesy as a terminal afflatus
Until I drive through the tunnel of my imminent quietus