“Romanticism of lonely hearts
As if dried flowers lost in those old books
Tracing the shape of their hollow faces
Upon the fading pages
Getting drunk upon kiss of their own,
whispering their longing, only
to be find themselves red-faced
as the echoes of it fills the void
as if a deserted library
whose broken walls still carry the marks
of the touch upon their falling skin
while their bosom still carries the secret
left behind by someone passing by
who might have just wondered about
the extravagant ruins
buried beneath the weight of the darkness
there lies some leftover breathes
and a few pieces of hearts
to be found sooner or later
intoxicated, in their own embrace
and engraved,
‘to be handled with care’…”
Praveen Parasar
20/03/2018
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