The fringes of subjectivity Would last so short, I knew not When a sudden gloat annulled my teeming youth And buried under mud The adolescent contours of my mind. A veiled face with mere eyes uncouched Revealed upon me A perverse public insistence on hide and resign And to condemn the natural against the prevalent. While for me that was a precise pilgrimage To the anarchic but quiet lands Where words revealed and words concealed, Where suppressed and unrequited emotions sought asylum That one moment Dwarfed the gist of clerics' vociferous sermons And invigorated my vision To witness forbidden aspects and clues And sailed me across fluffy robes of restraint Exposing her flawed mimicry of an alien soul Whom she opted at the expense of her own self. A stir terminated our converse through stares And subdued two objective souls To rot in their gray heavens of chastity, once more. You may call this love, lust, lechery or insanity But this would ever remain unquenched Had that face been bare and naked, Since suspense and mystery carve beauty jointly.