Pondering upon
A not so scrumptious
Slice of life
Concluded
I've got the proportions
Of the key ingredients
Of 'love' and 'restrain'
In this complex recipe
Grossly wrong!

This love has burned-out
All it's plausible colours
The first yellow conversation
The ensuing orange sigh
The red hot longing

Resigning to
Eternity and blue

In a heady drunkenness of defiance
The presumed ecstasy
The misjudged sense of freedom
And the bittersweet taste of lingering guilt

Only if, the forbidden fruit came "No Strings Attached".

In their eagerness to turn everything
That is, that was
To dust
The mocking hands of time
Forgot the stillness
That I carry in my heart
Of the moment
When I had
Both found and lost
The ground beneath my feet...