” DESERTED LAND “

DESERTED LAND

I journey to your eyes
You see,
they are portals that open a new different dimension
I remember how you tasted like milk and honey,
as you stumble your way just to kiss me

DESERTED LAND


Yet everything seemed to be a vivid memory
of what was done,
a silent passing of a stranger on sail

I didn’t know your name,
nor even bothered to ask the first letter of it
for if I knew, I would dive into an array of beauty,
and that would be the end of me

It was the way you press your fingers to my body,
It reminded me of the clay you molded that night
when we were below a small tent,
loving the night away
Mold me as you want me to be,
Let the candle in me melt into you

DESERTED LAND

My eyes adrift to the ticking hands of time,
hung above our restless bones
How each minute grow the bacteria in a laboratory,
how each minute, you scream my name
like it’s the only one you know


Your body holds a wonderland,
and I am a traveler who wishes
to explore more of that sacred place,
I see how they yield flowers
just when you start to brim that smile,
Its roots follow the traces of your veins
and honestly?

ORIGINAL QUILLS


You were the nature I needed,
but we’re running out of time

Everything has an end
I have reached the tip of the road,
you told me lasts forever
Where no sunlight sneaks into the cracks,
How the dry lands hold its silent famine

There were limitations
And I cannot hold but shed a single drop of tear,
just so that I know what you felt like in my skin again
If you’d want, I would cry a million more tears,
just to send you back to me
with that sand in your hair

ORIGINAL QUILLS


I’ll keep my hands there,
as I sway carefully with your soul
I would kiss you like it was the first time,
and heal the cracks in your lips
If I was your salvation,
I’d show you what is was just for you to feel it again

But everyday, I’m starting to forget you
Your face is brought away by the sudden gusts of wind,
The memories etched in every tree
fell off as it sheds its skin,
Your smell was like the sun
yet its scent blows a million light years away from me,
and I don’t think I would know what it really is like

DESERTED LAND


It was like hitting rock bottom with your head first
Catching amnesia in a net,
Holding dementia inside the pillars of my head
A ghost living in the silhouettes of our forgotten love,
A pathway of secret whispers
My only memory was my hallucinations,
of how much you loved me
But,

Did you, really love me?

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Imaginator
Imaginator
1 year ago

Amazingly written, expecting to read more such content from you❤❤❤

mihir
mihir
1 year ago

Great and mesmerizing 🥰

Sarika Shah
Sarika Shah
1 year ago

👏👏👏🔥

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