Sunday, November 16, 2025

Churn of silence


 Alas! why it was revealed

The lovely confusion it was 

dearer than the clarity.

Standing still, shattered, see through now

this moment is ticking

longer than the eternity.


In absence of approach 

"the ends" stayed distanced, closely veiled,

Nourished in the solitude.

The breachy touch of rosy pallets

The envelope of distressed embosom

imploded everlasting chastity 

 

Glued to the green eyes 

My vision remains paired in the past

though misty

hands are coupled, ever holding you

with ever lingering caress

filled with you but thirsty.

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