Alive,withered and the withering.
A frantic move
A last minute half-hearted attempt
To add a loud color to the bone-white stretches.
Unclear , yet unfazed
The die is cast
For thundering words to touch and heal.
To freeze the stinking sordidness,
To whisper in Phoenix
To awaken me to reality,as it is defined.
Acids and bases,
The two halves of the incomplete me,
A touch of synesthesia,
Pain,
10.49pm,
Hope- Random Chemistry.
1 comment:
The random is not the moment, Che !
Random is not the chemistry too.
The wayfarers aren't random.
You are destined to meet them too.
So, hush ...
Never hurry.
Let it come, stay, ravage and let go.
Offer what you have second best.
Coz, you never know whom you
Wanna give the first best.
Now, or in future.
Wait, Watch, Enjoy,
For the offering is received
In a dish of joy.
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