• divulgingenigma 6w

    16.07.2019

    .....and they tell me " There is no forever "?

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    With a blissful blank slate in hand
    Often this emptiness tip-toes back to me
    Perhaps, to re-draw illusions slipping as sand?

    Wrapped in the rue of holding someone else
    in nights when stars denied to be her bae
    yet again I let her in just to hear what she tells
    & she impregnates wounds to produce grey!
    Yes,very often she tip-toes back !
    She seems laden like melancholic wife
    but she comes all weary just to sleep into me
    Crumbling like ashes with last lit as life
    she kisses my pillow & burns my sleep tree

    With a blissful blank slate in hand
    Often this emptiness tip-toes back to me
    Perhaps, to re-draw illusions slipping as sand?

    Touching the feet of silvery waning smile
    she hand shakes with me for coming home
    I deny several times saying 'I am fragile'
    still her hands hold me tight even when I roam
    Yes,very often she tip-toes back !
    My words fails & stares these silent walls
    and she etches some memories to see
    With the tint of ever existed coloured balls
    yet a canvass seems dull & grey Oh! it's me

    With a blissful blank slate in hand
    Often this emptiness tip-toes back to me
    Perhaps, to re-draw illusions slipping as sand?

    When the shoes in which I fit in goes missing
    I crawl to see them in the horizon wide
    She knocks the door & leans on me kissing
    standing still I embrace existence she hides
    Yes,very often she tip-toes back!
    That silvery shore is neither too far nor so near
    I dive deep into her eyes being mermaid
    as usual she let me be off-track without any fear
    Yet again catches me naked being an aid

    With a blissful blank slate in hand
    Often this emptiness tip-toes back to me
    Perhaps, to re-draw illusions slipping as sand?

    Tell me if it bothers you to lie?
    else I would kiss her feet
    to carve a FOREVER which never shy !

    ©divulgingenigma