Full hearts, blind eyes seek No reason. They roam, unbound, Like leaves on the wind.
Like the dead of night. Like the womb before light. Glistening tresses and Ravens in flight. The nyctophiliac’s black The mourner’s black Black in the seeds to The victorious black. Black that festers fear Black that draws near Squinting black eyes Black ripples that are clear. The expensive blacks The pauper’s blacks And those bruised bruised blacks. AContinue reading “Diversities in Black”
The words cringed as They were slain. It’s whiteout, Flawless and peaceful. – Meera
Ephemeral you. Fragments in sparkling bright night. Here? An unwonted visit. – Meera