• bhavabhivyakti 6w


    The yellows of my room look rosy gold tonight,
    When I awake to God, closing my bedroom-eyes,
    Clasping closely, the brokeness of my heart!
    To seek and join all its pieces strewn apart..

    I dont go insane anymore but,
    The smokey feeling of fire in my chest is such,
    That tonight I just don't know,
    if I'm empty or full, in love!