I m done with
this life of an angel
If I couldn’t feel
the friction of ur skin,
All that these heights
can tell me is that
I can fall to be
One amidst the darkness
That stays inside ur lips
If u think I never can
Feel pain
As angels shouldn’t..,
Doesn’t a wound feel like
One that you left behind
Spreading inside this dermis…

I haven’t yet learnt to bleed
But the wetness that soaks
My mind , after the
Tempest lost its trails
Reminds me of something
Fluid like blood, I find the
Alleys inside me flooding..
Couldn’t ever guess
The accent grazing in ur eyes..
All that I can do
Is to read over the lines
Of my life once again..
And let faint sonorous impressions
Of shadows that passed by
Fill these empty pages
With thoughts from
The inkpot of ur memories….