Shards of broken dreams..
Weaving the lithos of the sliced tissue together..
A precarious heart..
Volcanic at some places.. Stormy at others..
A lifeless ocean of love.. Longs only for some evidence of life within..
In co-incidental intercourse of ‘Love without life’ & ‘Life without love’..
Chaos is what prospers.. Smothering every ounce of calm around..
Torrents of feelings shaking everything down..
Shadows of apocalypse still giving me a frown..
No angel is in sight.. On this rainy night..
Its just me and my shadow..In the plight..
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