Rumbling thunders but wounded voices were more distinctly heard… Pouring wonders for my eyes flutter more than that beautiful bird….
Innocence blinded me to see hidden malice…Building Avenues for hope is the only solace… Well, this hope also doesn’t hold any promise!!
All that’s Lurking my mind uninformed about the time… Life isn’t a meritocracy of counting days it’s got no meaning if joy delays with the loves ones!…..
Like a cusped dandelion spores are blown… I choose to stay away for it’s okay to feel alone rather to be felt thrown….though I mourn and mourn…
Time is passing, days are crawling…. Life is moving… But the sand in the hour glass isn’t falling…
Categories:
cusped, courage, cry, emotions, for
Form: Free verse
his eyes
tense and brilliant
merged onto mine
his lips buried unto mine
lips are sealed blood bubbled
his hands cusped mine
promising bliss
my breath is held, forgive tongue
tied his tongue
prisoner of love i being
freedom is at your finger tips
use it or lose it
he whispered gently into my
inner ears
and began to stroke me
like a baby lullabying
without words
his heart
tumultuous made me
hang in the uncert-
ainty of time
Categories:
cusped, love, lust, perspective, ,
Form: I do not know?