Incubus

By Jinal Mistry

A lifelong ambition

A journey planned

A trajectory envisioned

Yet even a step not taken.

Every day, a vicious cycle

A battle of the expectancy of hatred,

Buried and entangled in despair

That hoped once

For an amber dawn

Yet,

A day of procrastination

A night to contemplate

This abominable soul

For how it has regressed

For what it could have become

A dream of a success

Tainted yet untouched

Lays buried underneath

A world of self depreciation

Pain engraved on this life,

While hope withers in wait.

How much could the worldly pleasures have materialized?

A pipe dream....on the ninth cloud?

Vain tantrums and complaints ?

Ephemeral, they couldn't fulfill the hole

Of a heart tattered,

On that cliff

Where he once dreamt,

Of a prodigious flight,

Now dreads the edge of a fall,

Nigh! His efforts grow stale!

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Yet, nothing's set in stone

No answer , no words can redeem

Him from that illusion

For what he truly couldn't manifest

Was the belief...

That those wings would never let him fall...

By Jinal Mistry