By- Sanjeevani Shukla
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Silhouette

*Silhouette*


Glimpses of all desires fading away

as i pick the pieces of the broken wine glass from last night

falling into snares of desirable delusions.

I see the crimson of my blood greasing the edges of the broken glass

As I press it hard against my blemished skin.


Tarnished images of the love long lost begin to haunt me,

Screams mixed with the rustling of broken leaves coming from deep within,

As the blanket of mordent heat of the sun seeping in through the window crack

unveils the hurt buried deep inside.


My eyelids feel heavy and my breath stale,

My heart and my cheeks oh so pale.

The sordid images from last night still seem so vivid,

Vivaciously dancing to the beats of our favourite tune,

The rhythm of which now feels old.

I look beside hoping to find your silhouette,

I find creases on the sheets instead.

 

 -Sanjeevani




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