Sometimes I feel like I’m Kurt

I was drenched.
There was warmth.
It lead to heat.
Faster heart beat.

It seemed I didn’t want it to end.
But I wanted it to end.
As badly as I didn’t want it to.
Twisted and funny? Yeah go figure!

It’s an uneven departure.
When you realise.
That you’re living among real-lies.
Cat and Mice. Vice? Nice.

And I snapped out of it.
Myself? Or was I rudely awakened?
I wouldn’t know.
Or maybe I don’t want to.

Maybe you will. Maybe you won’t.
If you wish to explain, please don’t.
We’re hurt. We’re curt.
Damn! Sometimes I feel like I’m Kurt.

Varun Rajagopalan.