Regression

Hither thither I wander...
She may be hidden in hamlets or quarries,
In evil, or lands of the Gods and fairies.
They could be things profane or sublime,
In opium fields or clouds of wine.

Try, will the skies, to stop me?
This delirium.
She's cast on me a spell of limbo.
Spinning things. Vertigo.

The world's conspired to steal her away.
But these drops of heaven
embedded in my soul's eye:
They will help me fine my way.

A forest yonder called me unto.
In, I walk, knowing the infernos will destroy.
But charred I am already
by those flaming within.

In flashes of light, is it you I see?
Exuding divine; Do my eyes betray me ?
Is this in the dark, an impostor vile?
Satan's incarnate; Devil's child?

No. I know that Godless face.
Enslaved, she waited in this place.
Without her, my realities were surreal.
When i free her, i free me!

Numbed. There lingers an odd stupor.
Frozen. Slow motion. My lady, behold her; 
Standing there naked, loveless, no shame -
In these forests i found, my lady with no name.

And in my body she will take refuge.
Not inebriated, this no delude -
For standing there is none, but I !

-Saakshi sharma