The imagery sparked by the ink 
Vivid in my forlorn mind's eye 
Pictured a world of utmost grace 
Where grief n' glee interwove awe 

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Refresh the shore of your scars
With the waves of wishes anew
For every ripple of reaffirmation
Brings 'round soul's reformation

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Memories of the night
Floating in the sea
Of dark blue blaze
Like lavatic lapiz lazuli
Storms rooted in scars
Swish 'round, like reminders
Carrying the pin of pain
Dead stardust bombs blink
To arise what, no one knows
A sun of boiling saffron
Melts in the core of reveries
Without sliding off the sheet
While I stand beneath
Nary a pinge of worry
As I've learnt to call
What hurts me as 'home'
This is the sky of my mind
Always tangled in the threads
Woven by the blanketing night

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Aurora's orange
Blush blooms, wiping yonderly
Mist with sun-strung glow

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I'm a lost woman
Traveling to the land devoid of limelights
Blurry sights follow me
The lane of memories undisclosed
Nearly every passenger on my ride
Has betrayed my trust at one point
Got my heart broken badly
Once, twice n' many a times
Got my hands cuffed with
The weight of gifted woes
I carry the pain of every deceitful stab
Burdening my bosom with the blood of baits
I still care about the eyes that lied
The lips that lured n' the shapes that haunted
They all acted love whereas I really loved
They left like seasons shifted while
I stood like the sky that roars, tears n' pours
In my seat of solitude
No blossoms spell glee with learned names
So I clutch the ticket to the island of isolation
Hoping the light will be as tiny as truth
Never to hurt me with masks of brightness
For I'm only comfortable in
The dim glow of self

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In your smudged memories
I live, blurring my sceneries
My heart cradles yesterday's thorns
While foregoing tomorrow's blooms

In broken dream's firefly space
I still feel your burning embrace
In empty slots of cloudy welkin
I still have your thoughts spell in

In your plentiful unsaid promises
I've built love's fantasy palaces
That tilts n' wilts now that you're gone
I can't help but have my desires torn

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Me and my spring sweven
Breathe slowly in the silver silence
Beneath the sapphire-stitched veil
Of pearlescent perseverance

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Loneliness feels like
The after dew of a fierce dawn rain
In which I only get drenched
Whereas you get faded

At the cusp of light break
I become a sculpture of heartbreak
With my painful gaze averted
From your thinning silhouette

On the shore of togetherness
We no longer rhyme as salt n' soil
But two islands drifting apart
I stay lonely, wedded by your silence

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Sixth day stirring
Speedy silence n' snowy solitude with
Saturn's spoon of storm

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Solitude is that gift
Sour to sweet it swifts
As a soul swims in time
Learning to sew new rhymes

Solitude is that gift
Sentiments, it clearly sifts
With no regrets left
Spiritual sanctity, it lifts

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