Treasure Island

shveta sahal


Fragile Thread


What is it that you etched on skin?
Inking transcended beyond just surface
Entrancing luscious fervor
Affliction that left flustered
Cimmerian darkness brighter than any morn
Shadows of blue lotus on shimmering aqua
Dazzled by full moon night
More it’s acquired more it’s yearned
Vexation delectable than nectarous joy
All conversations seem lacking
Talking to self fixation now
Solitude beloved casting spell
Enduring wait relished as fortune
Coincidences mark an epic high
So much to speak
Frailty to utter a word
Timidity to look into your eyes
They keep promising eternity

Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013
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