• sanyogita 187w

    I thought I'm leaving a legacy behind as the keys fit in the lock leaving sand filled shells on an island of waves that held me a little longer before I touched the edge of rock bubble,

    Wrapped kisses in bedsheet will impart fragrance and my wet footsteps will still dance in your empty basement where rain immersed in us,

    Some shadows on the ceiling of my room ask me how can a reflection cast a name in the heart, how can fingers not hurt by weaving a noose for your own heart,

    They hurt, they bleed and then they repeat.
    ©sanyogita