Surface :
Plain sky as heaven.
Thou’ve nay words,
to curse, to carve verse.
Digging the brain as
Needle injects the eyeball, leaks
black blood of the heart.
Avazhad droops down;
mine limb scribbles, clock taps;
quarter hours to peel off the orange.
Beneath :
Cheated by a guy, over.
Courageous gallant shook,
A little, fears of the next page.
Two red-bloods deserted,
lonely with the child.
Bloods fluency sets huddles on the way.
Heart shivers to beat, stops,
all a while, we survive,
absence of Her.
Four fort-nights, mine heart in Sewage,
I found Mallu flies away;
Stands like thorny bushes.
Surface :
Doth it’s holy love…?
Yeah, fate activates, still
holding thy heart.
30-10-2004 ; 11:15 pm - 1:oo am
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