Sublime feeling,destroying
Ladders of pain,painstakingly furious.
A pure evening,she's dress'd,
Black and white,curious.

Candles,small lights flickering across the balcony,
My blood,colour disrupted,cunning.
The black thread on my left hand,running tight,
She'd say,to open it.

Lots of stories hidden inside that,how can I remove,
How can I remove?
My thumb,still feels weak,
Walls of my heart feels leak.

All the shadow running in my intestine,
feels like large is merged with small,
Her beautiful eyes,weird like marijuana,
feels like amphetamines,

Superhero I was.
Not frightened with sadness of darkness,
Frightened with the fake obligations of happiness.
Shakiness of my school streets has gone,

The taste,aroma of tarmac has gone.
Feels like she's still there with orange bar in her hand,
Lips orange,soul red and pure,
And I collected clay in the form of sand.

-Himanshu Chandra