A Reminiscence

   Those were the days of benison  I remember,

   When free as an individual, the time I could spend asunder

   Now I wonder artlessly the very existence of your personna,

   Is it beatific or just another dilemma?

   Its hard to assay but its true to be averred,

  The blithe of your company, the ardour of you

   Is slowly but surely making its presence felt

   Though its abtruse to me,

   but the acme of this benign bond canot be belied,

   Its affability is aggrandizing, its enigma is captivating!

   And its just like being agnostic about you,

   But the allegory is going to be the same,

   The ambrosia of this bond is going to be adorned,

    One day with an altruistic  me, saying goodbye to you

    Wishing you hosannas at its zenith,

    And allaying myself of all the aberrant time i spent with you

   Slowly but surely amassing that ardour of mine for you,

   To be enclosed in the deepest repository

   And from thence on being amnesic about that apparition of yours

   Being apostatic and being respicent of  those days of besottedness,

   those days of benison

  Try hard as I could to annihilate them

   the deepest gash wouldn't be healed still then

   I would be marooned on a waterless arroyo,

    Wishing for the manna dew but getting piqued for averring in your     

    behemoth bastion

   Slowly  but surely the banal of it  sinking in,  

  making death more amenable than  the acumen of  living in it