Like The Pi

Irrational - By yours truly. I don't remember how many times I have written to you and how many times I have held back. How many nights your thought has crossed my mind, how many days it became a nuisance. I don’t know when you seeped into my marrow and how to get you out of... Continue Reading →

Like A Butterfly

Metamorphosis - By yours truly. ACT 1 “You weren't being serious and you didn't say it first!” “I was and I did…” “No, you said you love me like you love the roses and the butterflies and, the stars!” “So?” “So that means you love me like I'm some common thing… like a butterfly? Would... Continue Reading →

Pride

Ephemeral Arrangements - by yours truly. Sadness clings to the fringes of my existence and though many storms have run past me, but it's the static of your silence that holds the solitary blame. I'll recover from visible bruises and aches, walk it off or better yet, dance through the pain, wearing usual nonchalance studded... Continue Reading →

What If

Chromatic Carousel Of Cupidity - By yours truly. I dove underneath the idea of you, sure to resurface in a matter of minutes, forgetting you for the final time... But time in this underworld, it moves too slowly and maddening wishes weigh me down. They want me to know you touch you hold you kiss you feel you... Continue Reading →

A Phantasm

Devious Wishes - by yours truly Must be a cunning concurrence, For I regard meant-to-be’s an absurd stance. Still Your mere existence has been dangling devious wishes, asking me to walk another step. A Wayward part of me wants to hail a feverish “Yes!” “Yes, for you and only you, I feel more than out... Continue Reading →

Absence

  Tormenting Wants - by yours truly. Frigid vacuum of your absence slowly morphed into icicles of sorrow, they now hang, shimmering, by my ribs, reminders of an era when we knew nothing  but of fulgent Sun and perennial Spring.  EntangleDesigns

Wildfires

Shifts - By yours truly. Shifts available in canvas prints, metal prints and other products. Visit Long have held these wretched gates of Inequality Built on corpses of Destitution by Brutality. But Winds of Time, never do they mind a singular march, Shifts are churning in the pits of Morality's arch. Rinsing viscous venality of... Continue Reading →

Famished

Slow hands are getting busy devising sinful plans to hike through lustful adventures   Having forsaken prudence Or hesistation's censures, Rabidly they explore inviting voluptuous ventures   Eager in pursuit of luscious Wetlands Assenting Surrender beckons voracious commands   Under Night's blind Or, Day's peeking chance Famished, they keep up the hunt for screaming bits of trance. ©EntangleDesigns

Blues

Melancholy - by yours truly. Getting over you feels like a round the clock job I never applied for. Now sitting amongst those experienced in nursing a broken heart, I wonder whether this melancholic lifewill ever be able to write a chapter after "You". Excuse me if I don't believe that some Twelve steps could... Continue Reading →

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