Subjective yet productive!

The gaze through the gap of the clutched palms,
As the fingers recklessly find a place to rest.
The chaor swivels on its pedestral,
An obedient servant,  lame...helpless slave!
The eyes feel lidless at times lost in the blank horizon,
while heavier at others pining for moments of unconsciousness..
The strands of untamed hair brushing through the forhead,
far from being the favorite toys of play
Rubbing the eyes, the felt warmth of the hands,
Oh! What a company thou to oneself!
Tightening the ends of the loose shoe laces,
alive the lust for the touch of the warm cup on the lips..
as the heart prepares for a new day to live and another to pass...