Distorted shadows

of my naked soul

Untouched and chaste;

Dance beneath the remains

of my love

devoured

by the darkness.

Demons smiled

at the silent auction of my dreams

bidding highest in favor of catastrophes

meant for quenching the thirst

of dormant volcanoes,

awaiting to erupt

from the burns of my throat,

blood dripping out of my veins

while pain

crawls between the cracks of bones.

Thanks to our ancestors

for inventing single malt,

I have drowned in them

to get rid of your uncertainties,

I have kissed strangers

to get rid of your taste from my lips,

I have stopped writing poems

to get rid of metaphors,

that survived every war

between my silence and words,

finally end in a massacre

each time I try to make sense;

of premature change of seasons,

of misery underneath our corpses,

of residues of dishevelled fates and,

the art of unloving full moon nights.

The fear that lingers

in the mix of dust and mist,

between hope and qualm,

keeps coming back to remind me

of your haunting presence under my bruised skin

slit at places you had touched,

in an attempt to dismember

each cell of you entangled around the dermis.

No,

I am not trying

to end it all,

just seeking resilience;

from

the labyrinth of life, you see!

Do you still

look at the sky

and search for Venus,

while puffing the leftovers from your cigarette?

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