I shall make a velvet
cushion out of all
my unsaid words,
times I looked at
you without looking,
searching for you in
strangers and liquor. Every time
I chose silence over love talks.
I shall make a bouquet
of sweetest words dipped
in honey cravings of
my voluptuous desires.
Tears I shed when I
missed you so much
my heart almost burst
open revealing old wounds too.
My metronome
gives me tinnitus,am stone
deaf! Color blind! Living dead!
I shall dedicate my life
for you, I will delicately
string along all those places
we never dreamt of going,
I will build temples in your name.
But, promise me you will
always be the last nail in my coffin.
~ Jael Varma
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