A hard bite in this damp season. The marks of impression, staying and improving and nurturing in this denouement of voices trailing.
I am always in awe of how things change over the fractured time. The silence change, the feelings change, the life changes. So do people around us. It a continuous process of evolving, that brings about this catastrophe of changes in humans with some getting hurt with existance of others.
I don’t know about a lot of things.
I don’t know about a lot of ways how to and how not to.
The cadaverous claustrophobia of infinity
The imbecile allusion of termination.
The sands of infinite affections
In an impatient hourglass.
The pause between numbers,
In an uncountable havoc.
The curvature of your lips,
Slithering through the narrow gape.
The throw of eternal firmament
In a yellow hued canvas.
The relentless synonymous decay
Of this enticing Scarlett.
The circles we ride upon,
Until the battery dies.
#Napowrimo day 11, poem 5.
© Jumbled Letters.
I want to think.
I need time.
I want to know you.
Fiction | 435 Words
The narrow creeks, all over this place runs away from the hills to places uncharted and often find themselves back into the civilization.Continue reading “Forgiveness”
Lets take one at a time,
I mean not an hour but day by day.
Why yearn for eternity?
When you know,
You cannot exist that much.