I know not who you are; does it matter the least?
The curtain veils ur entity, or does it?
The palpable, tangible fragrance, has smothered the walls.
As i stand here fragile, your presence is strengthed.
...
The last rays of sun salute the fields;
the vermillion is splashed on the forehead.
Strings of feathers fly away,
towards the hidden, heavy shade.
...
This moment; in my hands,
-the smell of the burning wood.
-the taste of the wet soil,
-the color of the dew drops,
...
Confessions
I know not who you are; does it matter the least?
The curtain veils ur entity, or does it?
The palpable, tangible fragrance, has smothered the walls.
As i stand here fragile, your presence is strengthed.
'I'-this monosyllable weighs tons,
has shattered my self.
In this cage of bones-
I gasp for breath.
I am not weak; I have killed my Innocence.
I am not indifferent; I have nourished my pains.
I am not prudent; I kept judging my fellows,
And misjudged 'I'.
I am not patient; I forced
the featherless birds to light,
And they could never fly.
I am not honest; I have disfigured the facts.
And miscalculated the moves.
I am not kind; I have loved my pains.
And thwarted away my loved ones.
I am not adamant; I was jilted in love.
And long to be thrashed again.
I am not dumb; men have walked effortlessly.
And i have held the frame.
I am not a rebel; only when the wounds are digged -
I am not the same.
I am not virgin;
Homo Sapiens have raped my soul
and thrown me naked into the light.........