MELANCHOLIA

My melancholy…..

My soul’s solitude

Sojourning me to your

“Constantine” thought servitude

How when I pen

With a certitude…

A degree of constancy

Always follows me with

Clairvoyant accuracy

You who shoo away

All void with your soul’s sway…

I moving in a fit of

Drama driven nonchalance

Fall into the blocks of jigsaw puzzle

Absorbed in the aura

Of razzle- dazzle…..

The celebrated muzzle velocity

May procrastinate me

For life- I, a perpetual

Peddler of neo-nascent

Atrocity…still would fail to

Justify my moody gait

With any sane degree of alacrity

Queer evangelism

When brought to focused fore

May bring in interest-driven

Materialism which may

Look similar to any mundane chore.

I, still, with a steely

Determination

Move in with

A brisk bonhomie

With madness

Which  may  help

Sometime in navigation………………..