A Surreal Indulgence

The calm before the storm.
The rose with symmetrical thorns.
The ripplets before the tsunami.
The deceit before the betrayal.

The glimpse of it is bewitching
Induces you into overlooking
How it brings you to ruins
Each and every single time.

The way it fills your heart
With hope, and gratitude, and warmth.
Then breaks all promises and truce
As if they were just mere syllables.

A sweet poison, a mere trickle.
Possesses more potent than an abyssal
Or any drug, or any inebriant.
A surreal indulgence, happiness.

-T.P.

So, this was my very first post on Substack. Hence, it is obviously very old, and was written ages ago—in fact, one of the first ever poems I wrote. I hope you liked it.

Signing off,
tanu.