I wake up in the mornWith my eyes so dampA knot in the stomachAlmost like a cramp. I walk up to the mirrorExpecting a look as sore,But they are just the feelingsThat are crawling up my core. And the previous mishaps that are Irrelevant today,Are trotting to my silly mindIt’s something I want to say….
© Shanyu Bihani 2020
Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.
No, don’t you try to unravel the inhabitant of my skull. Don’t you try to untangle this mess, this tumult, this brouhaha I call myself. Because I shall always be intertwined, lest live like hanging threads.
I was an angel once, Soft wings. Blue eyes. Knee- deep in thought. Next, I was Lucifer, Hideous. Robust. Knee- deep in thought. Times changed. Stars twinkled. I was a mere someone, Knee- deep in thought. I’m not an angel now, Not dulcent. Not calm. I also am not him, Not reckless. Not dark. For…