Words eclipsed by the tumult of thoughts..
Beauty eclipsed by the smeared glasses..
Off its shadowy halo-
Purple whispers the butterfly-songs
As the feigned innocence is about to rot....
Let not the smile seethe beneath
As my squirming torso frets on the cot....
Unfinished Business
9 years ago
4 comments:
Wonderful. Mesmerizing. Breath-taking wordplay. Enough said.
@ Samadrita
It's like a fresh air over here after quite some time.. and finally you decided to visit my blog.. thanks you. so very much..
Thank you so very much that you liked it.. :) I am elated.
off its shadowy halo...
i like that :)
beautiful blog.
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