Within the chambers of the mind,

The barbaric tenderness of the memoranda transform into an irremediable turbulence

Images of the aeons create an ancient rhapsody to the act of the lovely ruin,

The heart would gladly get accustomed to.

Maddeningly, an urge of being inconspicuous tempts me

Overshadowed by the eccentricity of time's magnificence,

When a picture of an adieu sets our life towards an unwonted entanglement

Of an inconsolable melancholy.

There is sheer austerity, an ornament to the chasticity

Of the soul's testimonies of the impassable agonizing bedlam,

That all my inside is an intertwined continuation with yours.

Detestation is for the undelightful untimely world,

For there would never be half a solace at our end,

And anticipating for a picturesque tomorrow,

Our fathomless propinquity would be a transitory namesake

In our lives of unmistakable disgrace.