the system

a system,

an expanse of pure serenity,

who used to breathe peace and contentment,

who used to hold itself in the chains of stoicism,

who used to believe in the renditions of the universe,

why does it now crave an indomitable spirit?

it stayed back, it was uncertain.

in the subtle corner of insecurities,

it accepted its seclusion with quiet surrender.

it all commenced with a disastrous decision.

entropy, the degree of randomness of a system,

a system, myself. not so closed, but isolated.

i typically raised the temperature and checked,

the system was disrupted, on the contrary.

thought the burnt soul loves fire,

its flame diminished the former glow.

kinetics showed how time takes its toll on the system,

slowly interfering, rapidly damping.

how reserved i was, how hustled i am.

have faith, hell and heaven are not found in maps.

the creator created rooms,

the empty ones seem large

like the heart. several visitors arrive,

why should the system greet them all?

the crowd of dark thoughts and malice,

the noise of joys, you exhaust this system.

the idea of ‘it might be’ is secure for mere speculation.

the reality, maybe it does not exist, even if it does,

sometimes, the facts appear stranger than

the fantasies, i believed.

this system is disillusioned

with the hypocrisy of the world,

how easy it is to put an empty hand,

how easy to fabricate an estranged relationship,

how easy to peel a tangerine and

adore a sun, both of the same color.

all i needed was a rapprochement,

a healing touch, i wanted to be

clasped tight so that i would not break.

i was hoping against hope

to resuscitate a precious bond,

but it’s just regret that lingers

in the thick silence placed between our bodies.

i knew i was dying,

something in me said, “go ahead,

the abode of the spirits of the damned

are holding back their horses.”

something else in me also popped up,

“you need some interaction to cause the transition.”

they had made me a picture,

it took me my life to come out of the frame.

i choose to move ahead,

the vast expanse waits for me,

to elicit the undeniable passion within me.

my heavy heart seems lighter than our fantasy.

as if the asymptote just met its hyperbola.