Fantasy parade.

The dark shadows and loitering humans

As I walk through the love patched streets of Paris,

the mellifluous french music drowning my senses in each verse,

The sharpening voice of the French singer,

wrecked my soul akin to the warmth of the fireblaze on a drowsy snow coved morning,

My mind reminisces the traces of thine

the nostalagia,the cunning mistress

has taken my soul for a gamble.

I could shut my eyelids,but the cunning mistress

dragged me to a luminous place,

a foreign surrounding,I ruminate for a while.

A suave women drapped in yellow

twirls round the mystic setting

flashing and dissipating,like a flicker in a lifeless,hallow night.

I glance at the woman,the sudden nostalgia,

Wrapped around my neck like a black thread.

The sparkling eyes are not unfamiliar

But to a heart gone gelid,it is akin to witnessing a dead corpse.

I am aware that the cunning mistress invented this

to bring me down with your haunted gaze.

But,I am walking in the deserted streets of Paris,trapped in the monotony of the night.

You are in Tennessee wondering by the shore,

As I lift my eyelids,I am aware that

We have walked on a road farthest from each other.

Into the paths of fantasy.

I am a delirious angel,in a war with nostalgia.

Running frantically towards the infinite darkness

To flee ‘away,away’ from the cunning mistress,

That is you,that has always been you.

I missed you all,my home,WordPress.It’s good to be back.Hope everybody is well.




  1. Wow..I loved the imagery…the imagination..comparing past or memories with mistress and how it’s dragging to darkness..well done…I must say…and something special about this poem is that you told a story by taking us with you with poetry..πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

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