'It’s some thing tough, this time: it seems!!

It’s like tempest!
I’m out of joint!!
Where meet parallels: there’s no such point?
   Lines are, now, diverging oddly:
   My perceptions are no more buoyant!
   
My mind sails, through an unknown sea!
Now, its pitch dark: and, I can’t see!
Can’t you now, hold my hand? Darling!
I’m hopeful; you might have some key!!
   I might see, through your eyes, light beams?
   It’s some thing tough, this time: it seems!

Trees are, shedding fast, all their leaves!
My chest now seldom swells, in heaves!
Breeze blows no more; it’s hot and rough!
I wait restlessly, for forthcoming eves!
   But, evenings are as bad, sans you!
   There’s darkness only, in my view:
   And then, I’m still more restless; dear,
   As if, I’m held-up for curfew!

Come on! I may get some respite;
From pining heart, and shocking dreams!
   It’s some thing tough, this time: it seems!!

   Want you, my exit from all fun?
   Want you, I’m lonely and despaired?
   Or that, from me, you want to run;
   To escape, from memories shared?

Tell me frankly, what’s there in store,  
For me; if things have turned so bad?
I’ve endured; and, I’ll endure more!
That’s okay: you must not be sad!!

   Don’t bother, dear, for my sufferings:
   I’m not that fit, for the saucy creams!!
      It’s some thing tough, this time: it seems!!'

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                                       - G.R.Prakash