full of mistakes

screamed at the sight,
my two legs flew in the air,
an automated response,
to hold the nearest available,
only to utter, …, crap,

lying on the floor
are the pieces of my precious,
Ohh…, our precious,
our adored whisky glass,
custom made to show our love,
caught hold of the most fragile,
not with a mind to break intentionally,
for what was happening,
but the scene depicts what you wanted to see,
have to wait until you see it too,

wavering back and forth,
a rush to run down the hallway,
but stood there peeking around,
who will walk in to check, to brawl,
or to again make me scream,

accidentally, caught the corner of my eye,
now to follow like a shadow,
and I see it everywhere,
and I can’t get rid of that flashy escape,

not my fault was the first loud mention,
though I knew in the back of my head,
we are not in terms,
to either accept or play a blame game,
I walked past, still pointing at the floor,
comforting myself, not my fault,
never in my heart will I wish for this,

questioning my actions, my reactions,
my dislikes, my moods,
unfair it is, not meeting the eyes,
an incident in the past,
a choice to let go,
but stuck with it,
to see and to carry all along,
triggered upon meeting,
an unavoidable concern it becomes,

the thought of the sight is not quiet,
like music on a loop,
the pause, the stop buttons don’t want to respond,
constantly rustling, relentlessly scritching,
not again is the whole lookout,
the priority here is to find a way out,
the point here is to look at the mess,
how to get hold of this,
what’s the standby option,

moving with caution,
moving with attentiveness,
I find space in my bedroom,
in my chair, in my room,
I feel safe staying in my bed,
in my bathroom, in my library,
occupied with the sight,
I don’t want to stay but get out,
out in the air,

only once I saw,
but occupied to the point,
to ruin my whole day,
my coming months,
until this part settles,
this scene take care of,

counting the days,
marking the calenders,
the small stay turns to beat,
and delayed, are the deliveries,

filled with disturbance,
duty to watch out,
setting a bold boundary to protect,
a trap to change the tracks,
figured, you too belong out in the air,
cozy it may be to stay,
but sleep is out of the equation,

up until next time,
I am keeping,
this door, closed,
this opening, fixed,
this duct, sealed up,
a total mess it is in here,
but thank you for telling me,
it is time to clear out the unwanted,
straighten the wanted,
structure the unfigured,
and consider the tentative movements,

mouse on the run,
the hunt for the mouse,
and I wonder,
am I the mouse?

On the run.

– Oct 1st, 2022