Witchcraft is in her blood
A witch, she is... but not a witch she is...
She burns and feels my pain
Witch! Witch! Witch!
Life may be brutish with you
But I can make every tempest, a zephyr of love for you...
Serene and gentle, dear, it’s a tantalized love
As the witch in you, burns
With the essence of my spirit and fragrance
Through these petals of kisses
I will get my goddess, my love!
Not a witch, she is... but a wise woman
O' dear awake! from your world
Revoke the lord of dawn
And accept me
For good or evil, even these petals vanishes
I will be hither beside you...


©malavikavipin

Living in the garbage pile of helplessness,
Accusing yourself for whom we are,
Exploring the deep mariana trench of unutterable grief.
Counting even the micro seconds,
Gradually dying inside
Thinking too much and be in the eternal hell.
Alone! Alone! Alone!

My past! A torn page of our life.
But I still struggle
Around its pieces, honey…
It still has the venom to tear me apart.

The arrows of time
Struck into my soul
It causes pain and deep wound
But never last
Hurt disappears, wound vanishes
It goes forever in the past…
Anxiety for the future is nowhere
Enjoying the spirit of the present
The moment I have right now.
The arrows thrive on me forward
With no baggage
Am I being a free spirit?



©malavikavipin

Love! Gifted me a world of vacuity...
Here, I can't breathe.
Here, I don't know myself.
There is no way out from here.

It is like a black-hole.
I'm alone here.
All I can have is our founding memories,
Nothing else.

Where are you?
You don't wish me to be with you?

The world of vacuity,
where I lost myself !

©malavikavipin