a cheap lament

i, found a dog
on the streets
pry not if it was walked out on
or if buzzing was the lane with penny dimes
i, discovered a dog
on the streets
beg not if it was in the gloom or sunshine
i, found a dog
on the clammy nights of december
dousing its quilt
or you could call it in strident twilights of winter
harsh not because the winds were of unsympathetic manner
was warm enough the place where i used to corner
just that the senses were stirred enough to hanker
eager for warmth even in the sweltering weather

cause i discovered a dog
on the streets
when i was trying to sweat out the stoned ego of mine
when her texts just kept ringing an obsession so divine
o my holiness, every religion is a madness
every ring you hold in His holy name is a craziness
every living soul cowers from absurdities no matter what
strays never get deluded, only in humans you will find zealots
don't tell me you were never fascinated for another mortal being
how much your fascination laudable was is quite baffling
that makes me no sinner for sure, no offender no rabid
we are offenders of our judgments, needs no satan or cupid
mortals deem divinity in the stones, what if i inferred the same in you
and mine one despises me, scorns at all the delights i ever knew

and thats what makes me a dog on the street
an entity with all the faith withered
some nights i just glance at them and wonder
look at all the slurs i have garnered

with every moonshine i complete my rites
eye a picture of her infront of my tipsy glances
and i smile looking back at what the society said
ofcourse i still love her after all these bruises
they tell me i can never be blithe this way
i tell them they are tediously lewd
then they drum me wacky over my prose
i tell a stoned bliss ensues after this prelude
bliss in what even i not apprised of
cares who, care that i fell for the grace
my grace was the most astounding one
winsome sounds even her malignance

frankly there is a very little difference between obsession and being stubborn
serves no reasons except the fact that she is the most elegant one
if that serves an obsession then i very well deny to be normal again
if their dogmas serve me folly then that also be very well amen
go tutor your conjectures to your culture
falling for an ill witted acquaints no acuity either
no fool was ever called charity of love unless that was a woman
no bullhead was ever called beast of adversity unless that was a man
go tell your brother and your pals i ain't commit no crime by loving you
sinned were they who granted you an atrocious tie left to rue
held were you to fill me in about your lousy chum being finer than me
ain't no worthier than i for i wreaked no offense by adoring you beauty

and thats what makes me a dog on the street
with no note for my fervor turned bittersweet
after all these years you weigh me with an astray so cockeyed
i always adored you, still and always will, forever sanctified
doesn't matter if that makes me a street dog roaming in summer noon
oblivious of where to go or what to do sort of vagabond gone out of tune
go and tell them you chanced on a kid so obsessive
one lifetime will also be short for this obsession so votive


                                                                 
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