An unwarned nightfall, I was still in the company of the visitor who knocked on my door this afternoon. Night sitting next to it is very close to living a mistake all over again. In a quagmire now, choosing between the flow of time and the wants of heart.
Don't gift me flowers because some day they will wither and lay dead between the pages of diary, giving a whiff of lost metaphors in the quagmire of perennial promises.
I am drowning , In the quagmire of your velvety sands, Drenching down in a disguise delight, As a suspicious speckle in your way, Even a sunrise distined to set a new day. I am drowning !!