Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Growing up..


Yesterdays might have crumbled me,
For I was soaked in the unknown medium,
To burst open my ignorantly rigid shell,
Today is very different, as I pierce through the earth,
The legs are getting longer to keep my feet rooted,
Thousands of shades of winking greens,
Every ray of the celestial sun should be seduced,
To glitter my layers of skin with sparkling wines,
The sweat from your body has to escape,
To nourish my desire to see you in good clothes,
Devoid of the pungently fermented illusions,
That is fitted with colorful buttons of harmless lies,
Embrace the hopeful thoughts to live and love today.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

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