Here we lay on our beds, Our hair is messy buns, Legs raised in the air, Chewing the end of pens, Writing aesthetic poetry of all sorts, On the moon, stars, flowers, people, and life. Poems after poems fill pages, Each poem standing representative of a story, Stories bleed into pages, Through the ink of […]
Between the incessant falling rain and tears, I tried to hold back the troubling thoughts and fears,
We stood on the crowded bus stand- in the last embrace,
Yet, I couldn’t bear the agony of seeing his perfectly crafted face,
My ears heard only a fuzz of words, my eyes just stayed still and fixed,
Upon his delicate, velvet red lips, as he planted on my cheek a soft goodbye kiss.