That is how the gods wrote our story, Equal parts tears and blood, Running between and Connecting the broken lines Or painting red, entire blank pages From wounded broken hearts. … Melancholy verses spill, From a shaking quill In shivering hands, Paper cuts trace Scarlet marks on a blank page, Bleeding poetry into broken linesContinue reading “Broken lines on a blank page”
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Furniture of my heart
Welcome to the humble abode of my heart, Just mind your head a bit, And leave your shoes in the steel blue shoe rack, In the hallway of the inferior vena cava. … Let me invite you for tea, In the autumnal red atrium, Passing through the tricuspid door entry, Leaving our rancour outside. …Continue reading “Furniture of my heart”
Wabi Sabi 