Some images have caught me crying,
Their ramifications are still underlying.
Some images have held my breadth,
And some have scared me to death.
Some of my images closed my eyes;
Some images of mine lost my smiles.
The darker images lost my identity.
The faded ones decided to prove me fake,
The reticence in them made me moribund;
No image held my truth forever.
None supported my cradle of faith ever.
Why would I have lost my ordained past?
Through those images I seethe and delusion was cast.
What would I have lost my images, my moments to?
May be the feigning that got me through,
Rather doubting filth of the strange;
Somebody then told me that I have changed.
No image supported the true being of mine;
No sacristy made the loyalty shine.
It is all erroneous that was to pompous in reality;
It’s not the moments but my immorality.
I sequester but can’t elucidate the insight like wine;
Benevolent, enigmatic or façade but the images are mine...!
- KS
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