Enigma

The chaotic times shake the sands of disarray, settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life. In moments moving with dispersed dust of perturbation, the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder. In the bewildered efflux of errant confusion, everything changes in the cauldron of conundrum. The mysterious alchemy of mental metamorphosis reveals the fantasy façade of perplexing transformation. In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay my marooned mind is disheveled to a dishabille state, splinters the secret leitmotif of the embedded emotions, the confounded cascade of consternation carries them away. When disparity develops from consuming closeness, dancing to the music of mystifying maze makes no sense. At the end of the day our riddled roads diverge disoriented, I choose within ambiguity the one that takes me away from you. Our differences are like pieces of puzzle called life, I drift with no rancor out of the realm of extant enigma. I won’t explore you if at night you become mystery aurora, I’d walk on the pathway of my life the way I want, for it’s mine.