Check Posts Of Time Poem by Rehan Hyder

The carcass of questions
That died in throat
Are still afloat
In black alleys
of blood
The Midas of your
finger tips
Has laced my being
With thousand
suns!
Velveteen lush plush
of
assurances
‘Yes I’ll be there’
still snuggles
My cold and naked
soul
I still spread out
my palm and collect
The rain drops and rainbows
that are yours
To live and die
In this warped
time!
I crave
But dreams &
desperation
Are blind
to check posts of
Time!