To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task.
You become―
vunerable again.
Everyday the curtains
come down after the entry of
assassin bugs.
Long-legged, bloodsucking
predators would roam
and abduct the phrases.
The young turks break
the nest, petals strewn, a
rose dies in my hands.
My night journey begins
I let out a poem
to become my lantern.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task.
You become―
vunerable again.
Everyday the curtains
come down after the entry of
assassin bugs.
Long-legged, bloodsucking
predators would roam
and abduct the phrases.
The young turks break
the nest, petals strewn, a
rose dies in my hands.
My night journey begins
I let out a poem
to become my lantern.