At the onset of the last spring
I was just a sun-kissed word
lost somewhere in the
mighty woods of
clove mace and pepper
you came like
a dark cloud
with promises
of an early monsoon shower
Alas! I never knew clouds also deceive
Now I just scratch
my wounds’ surface
with words
and make paper boats thereafter
with crumpled sheets
Does that make you cry ?
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
At the onset of the last spring
I was just a sun-kissed word
lost somewhere in the
mighty woods of
clove mace and pepper
you came like
a dark cloud
with promises
of an early monsoon shower
Alas! I never knew clouds also deceive
Now I just scratch
my wounds’ surface
with words
and make paper boats thereafter
with crumpled sheets
Does that make you cry ?