Dear soul ,
The plagued mask you wear ;
You are the played out game ,
Inside a shelled world
Forming and growing masks
Whist the noises
Drench in the lonely schamltz
Isn't that the old, lost you ?
As the feathery softness
trailed a shade of
dreamy blue ,
the black in her eyes
inside him ;
the perfect love of an imperfect hue
It was a March night. A night of rain, cold and tempest. She stormed out of the room and walked out onto the beach. Her legs weak and lonely staggered in dreary steps on the beach sand .She felt the freezing grains of sand beneath her feet.
A few moments ago she was yelling at her lover in the hotel room.It was a lovely evening and her boyfriend wanted a drink with her.
“You,drunkard”, she spat. “ Are you aware you smoked a joint this noon and had beer and now you want…”
“You know what ,I am not used to such people. My father drinks too but twice in a month.
Oh ,how will you know? You never had proper parents, you have no etiquettes.”
Her violent voice suppressed the “Bitch!” Toby ut...
The blinding orange hit the cracks
In the window glass
Flaming reflections ,dazzled frames
It trickled down the yellow walls
Kissing the yellow souls
As the scorched lips touched
Every curve responded
He plucked every string of her silent soul
She quivered as the chords of vibration
Ran into her nerves
seeped in deep
The talas trickled down her great depression
Her tongue curved the notes on the skin of
The sweet agony parched his mind
He craved for more of her malhar