Weighed down with the porosity
Unpolished, with lorn love lust
Morning, battered up; speaks the ruffled hair
Smell of headscarves; tongue flagged with lovers love
Arms of sun rays, uplift the dreams; like every other day
Gaiety of nibbling senselessness
Morning walls, smell of coffee beans
Smidgen loftiness ; tastes ambrosial
Paper cups disposed; like a waste
Lets not talk about last night
Char-coaled night, have registered it
Your piece, and my piece
Circling around the rim of moon; so monochrome
I drank your icy breath, as deep silence billowed
My heart lopsided and smiled
Lets assume; nameless raven too flew to nebulous zone
This morning;
Multi color nameless bird, populates the orange tinged hammock sky; fly and mocks
A palpable skin; wispy
Paints the skin, with water color
Every night, a different canvas; a different stroke
Ebbing aches of heat, obvious and facile
Lumpen heart, just long sappy tone
- roop
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