To Be Hanged Till Death Poem by Somendra Gaur

You intimate the scent of beingness in my psyche,
Your foggy face (memories) drags me to nostalgia & steps on the throttle of my apple of discord.
You know the most important thing about your curves?
The heart that they are sewed to.
One step away from loosing my beingness,
Romanticizing, being the Kamikaze of your love;
The nooks disown me & the corners detest me.
The forged 'ME' is perfect
in your absence;
Nobody else cherishes its flaws.
After Sunsets I miss you,
Before that my empathetic anxiety forces me to.
Under the gloomy sky,
Where nobody will dare to cry,
I'll rise from the ashes on that day,
With my lies making Satan sway.
And his voicelessness shall whisper through his eyes:
'Welcome to The Judgement Day'