poetgoneonpluto (India) published:
Seeking Peer Reviews
bedridden, empty notepad,
hardly any civil page left in it,
white beauties now ink smeared
are lying crumpled on the terracotta marble.
my brain is hanging, the window isn't
receiving my texts, my feelings aren't
getting slammed on its plain surface,
I am feeling cold inside-out.
the window is staring, a blue petticoat
hanging on its sides and half of its body is
dipped in honey-yellow, thanks to the street lights
outside my house, it is flaunting its beauty.
3 months ago