Sunday 23 February 2014

Snap!

Snap!
Fingers and tips. Lips brushing and breathing.
Smiling. Teeth reflecting, widening gaze.
Hair in your hands. Head on shoulder.
Breathing deeply the artificial fragrance.
Imagine the real one. Laughter and etiquette.
Setting sun, ancient bricks. Orange light on you, in fog.
Like stripping a new dress off it's tag.

Snap!
Lost in the quilt. With my loneliness,
And your anticipation. Rushing back are memories.
Of many a times. Repeating and stuck.
One after another after another after another.
Conversing and smiling like before him and him
And him. Still your voice,
Like rejuvenation of a t-shirt spilling over memories.

Snap!
Running back. Away from another Him.
Hatred and suppression. Slowly killed and dried butterflies.
Corpses within, piling over one another.
Giggles and blushes paled out. Heart refusing
Indulging in pain, not cure. Tired arms, hands and lips.
Another procession, another funeral
Like the wardrobe of perfect costumes set on fire.

Snap!
Fingers and tips. Lips brushing and breathing.
Smiling. Teeth reflecting, widening gaze.
Hair in your hands. Head on shoulder.
Breathing deeply the artificial fragrance.
Imagine the real one. Laughter and etiquette.
Setting sun, ancient bricks. Orange light on you, in fog.
Like stripping a new dress off it's tag.

Snap!


Snap!


Snap!

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