Once a deer!
Art by; Nidhi Dhomeja
Behold, oh please, to breathe
Bathe yourself in the gone river of lethe
And then ask not the pain stayed
So, the time when once we laid:
Didn’t all petals of your rose fall?
And you shed, for the age among
Vows you arise to sate your vanity;
Wildly turbulent to your tongue.
Whilst with the touch over touch, latched our soul
Under the sheet of white of yours and words remarked I – “is this what home looks like?”
And then replied the bays within thunders of scattered kohl – “an escape, if this what you meant”
“Let sore my nerves ‘neathe your bite,
A scar for the sake of nakedness
If autumn of the forest lived thousands falls, my dear, a taste of death”– when the breaths taken against glands, a voice of my mumbled.
“Sight and step, a step must be of one at a time, when a forest along with death you say, it’s not a life in nine;
Dear not, deer i am, where a scar of death is the innocence of a lamb.
Know you nothing about forest, where death is alive in every chorus” – as the blood drips over her lips, a blood of mine, she remarks the truth in her spoilt fine.
Once a dearer to my skin
Deer it was, dear akin
Heard a roar from the mouth of lone
Stared an eye as words braved by stone;
Once a Shikari chased by his hunt
A soul of pure, but rests weren’t.
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