Blakness - Poem by milanth gautham
in which every dots dissolve.
like a black hole
unseen, yet the only truth.
Lines are drawn,
only to reach here.
Hours are lived’
only to live this second.
that died in the throat,
that ended on the cheek,
that felt only the rough cloth,
that dissolved in the yearning eyes-
of the unlived memories,
the unwritten lines
of an upcoming poem-
everything that isn’t
all i need
in this melancholic night
is one more smoke
and the smell of a women’s sweat.
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