Neha R Krishna: December 2014

The tale of woe continued, the colour of my blood is pain

Unshared, dejected.

A piece of sorrow hemmed in, in my throat, choking my smile

Regardless, I bear

Even the tears are afraid to retire

Will be left with nothing, then,

Stealing some saline crystals

To erase the black smile, hidden beneath my skin,

The spelling of 'smile', I don't remember

I don't smile anymore...

Ah! I want to kiss your grey smile

Your eyes flare my sight

Painting my soul with your words

Umm! You make me hungry in each of our conversations...

My biggest fear is seclusion

Bloody silence when shines on me

My trembling voice betrays me from within

Cannot purdah my isolation

Shackled in pain, I

I cannot share my tears...

Your voice is so tempting, it reminds me of, the liquid chocolate catering and swirling my taste buds

And the chocolate, that melts in, to the euphoric core

The dark chocolate like tone when teases me,

My soul dramatically excites for a roller coaster ride.

Is the night young or it's the sun, imitating the white kiss?

Is it the day sun playing with the lustrous rays or it's the moon, imitating the yellow fun?

My senses are tripping ecstasy

What is my name, I remember not

Please... Whisper it out loud, the texture of my name is so smooth and velvety, when you celebrate it.

Neha R Krishna