TRAP OF OWN MAKING

every morning
i start with a new hope
of your love
and gets going
how it be too humble

eve hrs
and my another confront
with my inner half
gets started

i console a lot
but
the low
is too stormy
i get engulfed
with a trap
of my own making

i recall your moments
with me
all the way
and
wonder
at the de facto casualty

i find no reply
but the trap goes on

may be your love
bring a note of diff
within me
around me

and i fall back
on your love

ignore the real world

but i know
it's another excuse

i accept the bubbles
of existence
and
of your love
with a patience

i do know
it's too ephemeral

and the other inning
of low spirits
surrounds
where i go

but i
a damn stupid chap

again say to my heart
let's try
this time
my love
it'll bring a solace

and thus
runs my day
night together

and i negotiate
my low quotient