Me in a Web

I have a friend whom I follow without a purpose,

We meet, find nothing to talk about, feel being surplus.

She is sweet, loves someone like a row

Yet loved by some other, she doesn't know

I like to watch her as she goes gay and sad

Imagine kissing the red dot on her forehead.

There is a friend who follows me I am seen,

Seems to exist an unknown chord in between

Clots in my blood are of her debt,

But there seems to be nothing right nothing left.

As friends, we move on a long journey

of unknown paths serious sometimes funny.

There is yet another, I behave serious,

As if I know for years without being curious.

She is neat and clean with a world rosy

Feel her close, very loving and cosy

Far apart, no visible paths crossing

Destination unknown, yet we move tossing.

I know I am being chased for a cast

By overtures and shadows of my long past

Of desires, passions, lust, love and hate

Flied high in clouds with belief in fate

Lover's labor lost en-route destined

No hope of revival what once shined.

And that spectacled 'no friend' keeps me behind

Laugh her out, she enters again into my mind

Making me serious sometimes curious

Unable to even know when she is light or serious

Winning the world is her game she plays well

With sharpened arrows hitting the quell.

Since I touched the rhythmic world

Where each word is sharpened like a sword

I feel being invited and welcomed to my home

Which I knew existence of, but bothered not to roam

Social clout is growing with unexpected links

My persona feels growing more of its limbs

To catch up, to embrace the new world around

Of instinct, intuition, rhythm, feels, words and sound

Finding my 4 limbs short for dealing with my new World

To severe any chord, find no courage to use a sword.

Intricated into a web, nothing to do, hence I muse

Nothing for loving, nothing for hatred, nothing to ruse

Just an observer of that all going around per chance

Waiting, hoping someday on its own, come balance.

I have dropped all my intentions into an ocean

Of balance of nature, since nothing I can

Let life goes on like this, there is no harm

Each day, I get a new leg, a new arm

I am floating on pulls and pushes of nature

No desire, no will, no effort, no overture.

Still, I hope of rise-up of someone as my wife

With a lamp in her hands to lead my life

To a heaven of my dreams

Of love and actions, of passions and screams

I am no saint, not a sage

Just ordinary, longing a love-cage