// Orchard of illusions bleed love and heartbreaks together into one colossal chaos.//
Opalescent love whispers the beauty of heartbreaks, sending solaced postcards to tormented stratum, of amalgamated vehemence and tangible thoughts freezing my forebrain.
I'm alone but not lonely, a vagabond rhyming with verses, 'cause watching that 70's show escapes me from outside world.
Solitude comforts me better than loneliness, mucilaginous thoughts holds my hand with depression as a gift, when paints dry and rain cries, I apologize to drowning dahlias in my ocean eyes.
I weep in a sunlit room where visitors are not allowed, when prosaic poems burns, my agonizing love turns into ashes, remnants of memories left unburnt, scratches out words from dead dictionary, with monochrome paintbrush of hope. ~gk