Spot On.

Bucolic emotions are overpowered by hauntings of a glorious and depleted past, embellished as it was, nearly two decades ago. Blasphemy is contortedly linked up to puerile atheism and agnostic thoughts run deep through the chasms of the heart, unexplored and unscathed, a pure inner realm of senses, almost as if a virgin bound to chastity. An omnipotent desire for the need of companionship condenses into a miniscule globule of existence, frozen and preserved to be kept till time immemorial. I could do with some resonance in my life right now.