Atrophied dreams and heightened nightmares
Silent screams and poisoned warfare
And she let it lie there
The white tear from a broken string of pearls
Watching it closely
Manifestations of light
And darkness unabridged
And she saw it lie there
Into nothingness came everything
And into everything her nothingness fused
To create whorls of emerald, sapphire, scarlet , azure
And then, black
The pearl rolled away,
The tear stationary
Like the lonesome sun,
Watching his nine lovers flee
Unaccustomed to his silent prayer.
Miscellaneous
Waking to Love… Each Day – Saswata Ghosh
I’ll wake you up my love, every morning with my lips Like dewdrops from pink petals, on soil at dawn that drips.Once more suck, spilled drops of love, in soft and tender sips;Brimmed out from goblets yesternight, on your cheeks […]
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A Writer to A Story . . – Rudraaditya R
Theme: Like a Moth to a Flame No one was surprised when they announced the awardee. There were only three nominees, and even so, with the kind of success he’d enjoyed that year, or even just the quarterly figures of […]
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Like a Moth to A Flame – Rachita Singh
While moths exhibit a phenomenon called phototaxis which has a lot of different theories to comprehend more on this interesting nature of these insects – I, luckily, am not going to further elaborate on them and return to the topic […]
I Really like this one. Short, simple.
LOVE the last line.
Also, "The tear stationary like the lonesome sun" – AMAZING simile.
Wish i could write like this.