ємρту єи∂ιиgѕLast night we consummated our ignoranceBlending our sins with burnt emotionsI loved the way he ran his fingers through my soul –Sent spasms through my veinsHe left his poetry on the layers of my skinLast night we let our bodiesDance with ecstatic pleasures,Filled our souls with fruits of deathThen left our hearts empty inContinue reading “EMPTY ENDINGS”
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WAILING QUILL
Have you ever seen words That pierce the heart like arrows, Or a nest inhabiting not birds, But a crowd of bedfellows? Maybe, just maybe a yes. I met her on the sunshine of March. Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess. She seemed a perfect match With glows of the august coloursContinue reading “WAILING QUILL”
A YES
Will you kiss me if my lips tells you to? Will you smile if our days were a nightmare? Will you tease me with your curves if our bed speaks with words? Will you travel the thirst if my pocket rains not oceans of riches? Will you dance the steps of marriage with me? SheContinue reading “A YES”
THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS
The Woman of My Dreams Eyes like dark spotted diamonds,Lips like a painter’s artHairs, united in little knots,Her voice was the checkmate. She’s pleasant on the outsidebut smeared on the inside:A childhood of trauma,A life time of depression. Yet, she seemed to be:the evening to my day,the doorway to my home,the potter to my clay,theContinue reading “THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS”
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