drenched illusions absorbing dreams,                                    ruminating words uttered                        salty, that solitary tear gleams     

            fingers run through air                              impressions, his hands fit hers,                     

old haunts of soaked emotions                 seeking and losing, memoirs     

              hurtling down the thorny ravine                stifled screams shatter hope               cracking under the pressure                      shrill high notes, my dancing isotope

a madness that seeks,                      solace in desire’s gleam,                    drowning in waters shallow,                      in a sliver of my broken dreams.

© Sandhya Suri 


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