When tight comes the grip
Caught unawares
Seldom can one wriggle free
Of this October madness
With each turn for freedom
Ever deeper the web is spun
Pocket holes for air to sustain life
Choked up yet freely breathing you remain
The madness catches you
Twist, turn and make you burn
But alas one wishes to remain
Caught ever more deeper in it
With the birth of new hopes for every hope that got killed
One knows the worth of October
That with faith calm becomes the madness
Laughters and smiles they fill the rooms
As many as the repartee exchanged
Squabbles and quietude with their fair share
I am the builder and you the tenant
Yet you help me out in building it
The lounge is airy, full of sunshine
The kitchen will smell good once you decide to cook
I've lined your bedroom walls with floral patterns
That you'd be reminded of my part
My signature is left on your back door
That when you walk out you'd walk into me
A figment is all of you with me
I am, ironically, yours.
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