Fire, dust, ash and soothave settled, at last,over the petals of red,I had planted for You,to adorn your comingBut, Love - war brews my land,Melting skins and identities to unknowns and graves,Wa.....
Just when the world stopped to feel right a moment in time when nothing thrived but pain and horror held tight their grip and crushed dreams slashed bodies like knives.
No hope came by, nothing .....
You said your goodbyes,
Old friend,
And I went on my way,
in a quest to discover
the place where love flowed.
I sought to find
the rivers of anticipation
that hushed down the mountains of hope
.....
If your bleeding wounds are left to me,
I should kiss them every time
Until they heal all of you
And bruise all of me,
I would put them close to my heart forever,
The blood should be the henna of.....
Wailing again in the lap of heavens
My abode is now turned into debris
I had just turned into a traitor
When I found my widowed land
My youth turned into feral wrinkles
What do you find i.....
After this maddening ‘social distancing’
(that's already
earth-shattering enough)
is over, we shall
clandestinely trade:
polka dots for scarred hands,
u.....
Once upon a time, son,
They used to call it Paradise, Some even shouted "Heaven!”,
Was it the valley of honey,
turned into a valley of blood?
Ther.....
At what point exactly
does History grayscale?
As it undoes itself ( not
the way my grandpa
rolls out a yarn, thread by thread )
on reflective glass:
leaf by leaf, drained of
colour, trave.....
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