Ephemeral.

Would you know
What it feels like
3 am sobriety
After drinking to you

It’s like watching a flame
Fan the fires within
Burning the desire
To feel your heart

Two, we were once
None, we are now
The nuances of time
Our boundaries defied

Cursed was every touch
That painted memories on my skin
Each scar vividly reflecting
A venomous touch

The melody of words
Tuned into promises and vows
These whispers still resound
Your voice, mellifluous.

The addiction to solitude
The intoxication of intimacy
Your world , sempiternal
Our love, ephemeral.

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Shallow souls.

There are shallow souls drowning in violence
yearning for a word or two
you can hear and feel it in their silence
if only goodbyes could make it through

Darkness enveloped their eyes
as black turned their sun
color faded from their lives
as humanity had come undone

Porcelain hearts crawled through alleyways
slowly being crushed by insanity
despair was a guest here to stay
feasting on death’s generosity

Dreams dripped down from their cheeks
as tears tore through with every heartbeat
shrapnel mowed down like thunder from the skies
even god seemed to retreat

Everyday we hear or see,
A widely covered, or an unspoken tragedy
be it Paris, Syria or Malda
has mankind lost its sanctity?

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