Rant in dark !


These embraces, touch , pecks , love, caress, will wane.

Cries of dolour , whom to call mine?

Belay – She grasps – an ocular insight.

Night sleeps but what about ephialtes ?

Falsity has fostered a bulwark inimical to reality but what if there’s never been any?

Hollering in the piece of silence, i stammered to myself – Secrets are disguised in fear, Don’t make me a perfidious lover!

“Murdered ,the time i tried to live,
Trust all i had , inside i screamed.
Incarcerated type of spark,
I rant again in the dark”.
Picture credits – Ayon Bora.

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I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics is what i bathe in.


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