A Love Story that Dies Midway, but not the Love.
Tag: Micropoetry
The Emerald Tears
The skies cried. The emerald tears Froze on Earth. Note - This is a view from my window this monsoon. The water weeds & the weeds from the woods have merged to give this wondrous spectacle.
Torn by You
I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence I notice, My addictions are Tearing me apart. When you are Beside me, I realize, I enjoy being torn by you. Image courtesy - abstract.desktopnexus.com
Hanging the Stars
It's time To take my leave. Starting tonight, Watch out for me When the dusk approaches. Look towards the skies As they light up gradually. I'll be up there. Hanging the stars One at a time. Pic courtesy: 3leapfrogs.tumblr.com
