Ya'aburnee Poem by Somendra Gaur

Feels like Some doors have been Unlocked inside him,
Making him feel more:
Music, Art, Movies and Humans.

Patience Levels fly high,
Assertions can be made that he feels
Low & Painful,
but
From pain arises the feeling of beingness.

Taking a glance at the living-beings he's surrounded by;

The city wants more pain inflicted on him,
Unaware that, he's the antagonist of his own Film.

Slow walking the Unknown Tracks,
Which doesn't allow him to turn Back.
Yea,
He wakes up post-midnight feeling whacked.

In the Micronation of no confidant,
He lies
He Cries
Till the 'Pearls of Love', Dry.
Tells thyself,
Failures exist everywhere,
Re-try.
Burying 'her' thoughts,
As deep as he can dig,
To fall Asleep,
Just to wake up & find,
The grave digged deeper.

This feeling is pure,
& Lacks Fakeness.
Withdrawal of Dopamine and Oxytocin,
Takes mind to a stage of extreme sensuality.
This drug is dope.

O Father in Heaven,
Let Me Fly,
This is my kinda high.