POSSESSIVE-a drabble on PARUD

POSSESSIVE

I wonder and wonder more

As though my thoughts would come aloud

Bashfulness? Audacity? or is it simply a challenge?

Well... there have always been many shades

Many shades, many shapes, silhouette s

To that blunt matter of emotions

Love is it? May be yes may be no

Mostly in between

But one sharp edge stands apart

It has been so...

From the very birth of a breath

That sense of possession

That which comes out like a mark

That which smells most pungent

That which I feel for her

You might never wonder at its depth

You may never even realize

It might kill you in your sleep

You will wake up only to lie down again

Love may have choices

Passions do not.

If ever my mind has known my heart

It would quote only a phase

I leave no alternatives...