The kiss of the faithful
Dies with a smile
A spark in the eyes, to hold on
No words spoken.
A green old door before my face
Being shut, shuts the night and it's tries
Swinging buttoned to hinges
Sleeves freedom before the night dies
Opening itself,to show and let go
A region covers from dark to black
To rip their skins, their shame to sort
Their bones are brittle
The soot they hold as they rot
Surfaced from the ungodly anger.
And so,we outline our memories
Our dreams,a future or stories
Within lines,in sentences secret
All the soot and the anger
Rips it's way to set apart,in regret
A new version of dark ungodly spots
Reflected in those sparks and smiles
At closed lips,the kiss of the faithful lies
In those unspoken untended words
Absorb black.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 11072016.
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