The Spell

I told them not to involve
and now they are paying
for what they shouldn't have done,
who is spared under the spell
and who can resist,
for they are not sadhu
or magician of emotions,
forgive me for nothing
forget me for nothing
but for what I haven't done
and for what I am not going to do,
its not me but the spell
the spell of deceptive warmth
the spell of unimaginable sensation
the spell of blue eyes
the spell of cursed smile,
its all coming out
and its all in vain
feeling of everything
but absolute pain,
its smooth and shiny
its full of colours,
they are emotions
no sir, not at all
this is how spell works
you forget what you are
delusions become reality
horizons become infinite
water becomes cohesive
and when you face it
you are gone in the darkness
hard to digest but yes,
you were under the spell.