The eyes went high when the compassion was broken,
Weed laid knees more powerful was spoken.
The rest of my life goes into the mystery box,
Maybe one after one i see all my trembling blocks.
Spilling my secret of the captured fear,
Acoustic version of my story I tell.
Still I look up to the stars so near,
Hoping to them I can sell.
That twirly move of my fingers have a lot to say about,
From someone untainted to someone raunchy I doubt.
Moving out of my illusions to painting my heart in coal,
From the chained rhythms of my heart to liberating my locked libido’s soul.
Oblivious to conjectures, all stories of past,
Thawed by the waters, a green panther to last.
No redemption stays, excluded from all the glamour,
Tranquility shields, who tend to bring chings to my armour.
The night caused obscurity in her doubtful thoughts,
The fire of vengeance in her soul couldn’t light it all.
The warrior resisted but still arrogantly fought,
Fairy light in the passage could make it happen though small.
That light resonates infinite passion,
A feeble light pulsating through the cracked skin.
Eyelashes clasped together by this sensation,
Protecting what’s glowing and caught deep within.
With tucked T-shirt and the bag beside,
I walk with an identity undefined.
As puberty striked my callowness died,
The soul chucked the heart and got ruled by mind.
I have got stardust sprinkled evenly,
Within the shoreline of my eyes.
With a posture poised effortlessly,
Between all the conjectures a toxic flower lies.
Written by Apoorva Sharma
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