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