The Unexpected

Its not for the first time
Happening over and over again
The silent echoes of the heart
Of the inmutable cries of pain
Of harrowing unbelongingness
Of irrefutable strings of detachment
Of the growing rage of unwantedness
Of the pinching growth of nonchalance
Of the appaling act of hoodwinking
Of the unforgettable acts of oblivion
Of the loathes of solitude
Why does it happen to me ??

Again and again it happens
like a thunder in the sky
like an avalanche in the hills
like a tempest in the sea
like a fire in the woods
like a storm in the desert
like a sword through the heart
like a chill in the spine
like a needle in the eye
like a stab in the back
like a thorn in the neck
why does it happen to me??

It refuses to cease
My heart unapologetically crashes
With all the irrevocable desires
of the enchanted face
of the glowing eyes
of the velvety hands
of the crawling hairs
of the purest heart
of the soft caresses
of the warm cuddles
of the silent kiss
of the perfumed breath
why does it happen to me ??