how difficult it is to trust the night sky, at times it brings the irresistible peace amongst mortals yet, obnoxious..

sometimes, you let me drink in the sight of the myriad stars amidst the inky canopy of cimmerian shade..
and at times, the aura of the moonlight unleashed a flood of memories and left me gasping for an antidote to escape it..
and there are moments when my cigarette blotted out the raindrops showered upon me..and the smoke imperceptibly faded like the scars you left behind..

and I was only left to wonder if you envied the cigarette fastened between my lips..the same way I envied the darkness which protected you..

yes, you are a darker shade of the night sky outshined by a collection of unknown, real and imagined celestial constellations..



Artwork by borninnovember

Half Past Dead

with a ruined mascara she kept sliding fingers across her cellphone screen.. staring at men who failed to love her swept by like tides, one by one..

but I swear, if it were me, I’d shed my skin, my bones, till the very beat of my heart is visible to make you realize how severely I wanted to take the beauty of your soul to my grave..

because, I relentlessly believed that you had madness sprinkled on your bones..but, there was no one daring enough to penetrate into the wilderness..

every night I spent hours to create words that’d let you unearth the hidden magic in you..yet, the amalgamation of ink, paper and cigarette ashes failed to fuel the warmth of your body..

by the time I looked at the clock, it was half past dead..



Artwork by Norvz Austria