Sunday, January 6, 2013

Stubborn Trouble

He preys on my curiosity and my fears
He is a deadly charmer and knows all
He sleeps in darkness, and is worse than foes.
Oh, “Stubborn Trouble” is the name he owns.

He plays with my heart and my head
Pushes me deep in shadows of a den
Then pretends to be the truest of my friends
And takes me by my arm to the weirdest hell.

Stubborn Trouble is cunning and jack of all trades
He swings you in a twister and is eye of a storm
He grows with you and abandons you not
He finds you always, no matter where you go.

I feign sternness and strength
To rebuff trouble, who is now a friend,
But he is in my mind, all the way
And his affection always grows no matter what I tell.

-Vaisakhi Mishra