Offline and absence
Offline and absence,
Your sublime presence,
Flows through essence of moments.
Verdicts and wars keep on coming
But not your letter of last cry.
The tears may have dried
Leaving behind a dark patch
On your calm cheeks.
Your eyes are still violent.
I can smell an approaching storm...
Your sublime presence,
Flows through essence of moments.
Verdicts and wars keep on coming
But not your letter of last cry.
The tears may have dried
Leaving behind a dark patch
On your calm cheeks.
Your eyes are still violent.
I can smell an approaching storm...
-11th August, 2013
It's beautiful! I'll probably come back to your blog for finding more of such written pieces! :)
ReplyDeleteSamadrita,
DeleteGlad to hear that. These little things inspire a lot. :)
Warm regards,
Niloy