Writers Jam

There it is, again, the magnanimous warmth reeking like the yearn of a tight hug
I remember being here at the abode of unabashed palpitations
Ready to be sucked into the devotion of familiarity and remorse
The welcoming smell of her omnipresence feels like wafting petrichor
The lingering feeling of her long-standing glance towers beyond any vulnerable height
As I raise to the colonnade, the huge pillars caress me with imprints of her memory
Each imprint becomes clearer and clearer until it imbibes dialogues
Each dialogue becomes slower and slower until it siphons moments
Each moment becomes heavier and heavier until it replenishes my emptiness

All of a sudden, I find myself stuck in a crowd of her pillared figurines
Crushing my claustrophobic soul with undying silence,
Like a survival instinct, I push against the field of stagnation
Bullying my untethered way out of the contemplating reins,
With each step, and with each pillar, my exasperation amplifies,
Her smile echoes like a cry through the hallway

I cannot take it anymore as I start running nervously
Bouts of regret and guilt keep dialing her again and again
Ultimately, I reach the sanctum sanctorum fantasizing a saviour
Wishfully, folding hands, kneeling down with tears a few,
I bow down to the enshrined deity
I bow down to my indomitable belief
I bow down to my way of ego
I bow down to my inordinate madness

And thus, everything disappears like a dream, like a god
And thus, everything is justified with an illusion, a lie
But again, I end up standing at the entrance with the magnanimous warmth