Sometimes - one can invent all kinds of reasons
For interplay of hormones and bad luck -
My mind commits again a shameful treason
And drifts away from reasonable tasks.
Emotions muddle, and mind becomes obsessive,
Intensely focussing on the desir'd face -
And blood starts pumping in the stressed vessels,
And thoughts get mess'd, and self-control betrays.
Those moments keep appearing and repeating,
I want them not: they're sweet but driving mad;
And I'm again surrendered and defeated;
Sometimes few shaky lines are my reward...
In the routine of life, they are distraction:
Unnecessary, useless shards of passion.
22.07.2016
Sometimes - one can invent all kinds of reasons
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