I wish you were here You- Something, someone Anything would do I just wish you were here. I’d have someone, Instead of this empty silience And it would still be the same Except for this lonesome hue, An entourage of sufferings Along with dusted boring blues.
She was walking alone, dazed, on a torturous esplanade Fighting battles that she didn’t know existed within, Shaky, confused, confounded Adrift amidst her own gloomy labyrinth. Having abandoned her modest attire The saree, the simplicity, long discarded, Adorning herself in skirts, she became a voracious liar Determining to no more forsake her heart unguarded.Continue reading “The Disguised Innocence.”
“Every writer’s motto read, mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am.” -Roland Barthes * I think you’d agree with this. What are your thoughts?