Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


where is my oxytocin?


When the fear starts to erupt as the mist,
The thoughts are so vulnerable and it twists,
In all directions with no pole to hold,
The saddest memories of the evil attitude,
That dwells majestically in the hardened will,
Where love is an unwanted commodity,
Clouded are the words, teary are the lines,
Thickened are the days in front, hard to travel,
In self respect, how it happens, no one knows,
But it happens often in our mind, out of sight,
The world seems to be miserable to be alive,
When the heart fails to think the illness of its pumps,
Love may be hidden somewhere in the slope,
That is too slippery to reach and keep it safe.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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