swig

Woke up to the power cuts
Snuggling in the closed eyes
I see a dream some not of the film
Just real as the realms of the verve

Found myself collapsing within me
While trying to stretch out to out
The more I did the more I bolt my eyes
The breath rising higher and higher

A rush to rush somewhere over the lazy legs
Night noon till the afternoon
Losing the vista of the moon
Waking to the sun bloom

Waking in scorching heat and red
Listening to the crashing music
Danced to tunes of the words
Played and mustered like a puppet

Rolled and flipped over the shade
The blade of the glade of new embrace
Followed the grim of the old gate
Left ajar, for it to shut and close on it own

It swig from the depths to the shallowness
Forced yet not framed yet folded
Casted yet craved for the chase of laze
None but just the charm does fade and shall not