The lopsided demon
Haunted my memories of
Teenage years under the blanket of pretences,
Till date the blanket has cuddled
My sorrows like an unforeseen lover.
The dilemma of us happening under
The mushy tree of romance
Kept me up in a murderous twilight.
I did end up sort of owning you
Under the light of fading postures
But the dilemma lived on to embrace
The philosophies failed
when I unplugged from the world,
the words uttered were boring, unbeautiful
But I yearned for the same mushy tree of romance.
by Aishika Mitra