A house of pale pages,read by stale air and forlorn dust
Life bitten like an old prune
Untimely desertion, with rapturous; only joyful skin that bathed in a ocean of caustic puss
Skin layers like flakes, waiting for your mere sight to say " good bye love"
Another night, by that street light..
That trench, when I acted heroine to you, after being raped
Flickering dim light bulb, as I play along
Bottle of cold beer, untouched, slowly the hot fetid air engulfs it.
My pen still lies inside, counted aeons, ricocheting the dried verses with dried ink
Lost mystical sans a corporeal existence ..
Finger skin tips exfoliates, by the mere weight of pen, as I wield
Eyes tries to paint the sky blue with a blackened nib
Ah!!
Words humbly flutters to weave a prosaic canvas, but its all blotches of artificial beauty
The ache alike of a crywar, still cringes
Bruised heart work throbbing to the broken vivid kaleidoscope
It plunges me deeper to affliction
--Roop
06.08.18
Life bitten like an old prune
Untimely desertion, with rapturous; only joyful skin that bathed in a ocean of caustic puss
Skin layers like flakes, waiting for your mere sight to say " good bye love"
Another night, by that street light..
That trench, when I acted heroine to you, after being raped
Flickering dim light bulb, as I play along
Bottle of cold beer, untouched, slowly the hot fetid air engulfs it.
My pen still lies inside, counted aeons, ricocheting the dried verses with dried ink
Lost mystical sans a corporeal existence ..
Finger skin tips exfoliates, by the mere weight of pen, as I wield
Eyes tries to paint the sky blue with a blackened nib
Ah!!
Words humbly flutters to weave a prosaic canvas, but its all blotches of artificial beauty
The ache alike of a crywar, still cringes
Bruised heart work throbbing to the broken vivid kaleidoscope
It plunges me deeper to affliction
--Roop
06.08.18
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