Juncture Poem by Pratik Lohia

You sprinted among the slivers of a savaged heart;
Among broken chords and rhythmic distorts
and the whispering froths of a singing river.
Within the chasms of empty dens,
Of darkened caves and lonely sands.
A silent wave of surreal love
In blue white or purple, maybe red but so unreal.
Of coldness in my veins or the broken breaths
Of pins and needles where every nerve end rests.
Battles were lost, that never ever were fought,
Love was longed, that never before was sought.
Within the skirmishes of right or wrong,
I thought I would choose your song.
But you wrote the words and erased them all,
On parchment maybe, but etched in my heart;
They may last, till time tells them apart.