As fast as the night approaches, Some strings within me, Are cruelly stretched.. Making it difficult for me, To survive the night.. Like the night is drowning me, And I’m suffocating.. In this, Muddy, dirty, stinky water, In air.. Absurd, What do I breathe then?? Difficult to find Oxygen..
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing