The chest of drawers,
Folded carefully is the organized filth
Of unorganized remnants, insomniac.
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Fragrance
How often have you associated the vivid imagery of a person through the smell of his or her perfume?
The frightening hapiness
Exuberance, a shallow repercussion of happiness
A harrowing fear of temporary unsettlement,
A figment of hallucinating turbidity.
Survival
Survival is thin sheet of uncertainty,
Crawling on this maverick skin
With terms and conditions.
Finite
Finite,
The cadaverous claustrophobia of infinity
The imbecile allusion of termination.
Finite,
The sands of infinite affections
In an impatient hourglass.
Finite,
The pause between numbers,
In an uncountable havoc.
Finite,
The curvature of your lips,
Slithering through the narrow gape.
Finite,
The throw of eternal firmament
In a yellow hued canvas.
Finite,
The relentless synonymous decay
Of this enticing Scarlett.
Finite,
The circles we ride upon,
Until the battery dies.
~Amartya.
#Napowrimo day 11, poem 5.
© Jumbled Letters.
StandStill
I want to think.
I need time.
I want to know you.
Existence
I feel myself engulfed,
By the yellow horizon,
By the shallow blues.
