Orbs of tears queue behind the closed eyelids,
And slide down gently from the eyelash..
Like raindrops,that cascade and fall,
From the greenish needles of fine fescues...It isn't just a drop!
It's an ocean of incessant disappointments and despondence...
That storms violently,when the heart bleeds!It's a salty sea of pain,shrunken to a drop,
To hide the magnitude of melancholy in the heart!
YOU ARE READING
Inkoglobin Soul [#Wattys 2016]
PoetryEach page dyed With thoughts smeared with star dust Each verse constructed with, Meticulously chiselled sentences...✍ Drown into this mesmerizing ocean, From which, You won't want to rise whatsoever.☺ To be forma...