tell me how long it takes to bring two minds of a world together as whole? there's a card in my books that keeps records; of blue he's and pink she's, but I'm purple now tell me where do I fit or would you write for me? I'm twenty already and I'm running out of fingers to count, tell me how long it takes to build a home in my body? there's a to-do list stuck right on your nose tip, so you don't have to put it into my business, but you're working and I'm waiting. I'll be thirty soon, still counting stars on my half of the sky, they say it's the same everywhere, but what burns in mine only flickers in your sight. the government says they believe in equality but I hear their papers made into trendy planes by their kids, so they go straight to a dustbin. I'm living with my blood and I can't change it, I'm purple and I'm human so tell me how long it takes to perfect my diffidence into a world I can, live without losing myself?
#vil_witch Phew, My third villanelle after a long time. Thanks for supporting :) I'm sorry for not responding to your tags . Take care . #start --------
Her eyes look like unheard stories, the clouds go berserk while searching for the heaven betwixt her orbs. Fire and brimstones, what her laugh shredded upon the vague veranda of vamoosed verses. They attired the guffaws of perdition with streetlights and counterfeit similes. I've lived betwixt her poetries she never coiled the pandemonium of turnpike troubadours in lecherous ignis fatuus which gurgle out phantasm on the grief-stricken walls manipulating the doldrums kept inside a jar of clemency. I flapped my wings
She an ample-apple of fuliginous stardust nurturing my eensy soul with fierce-flowers and compassion evoking a euphoric bedlam beside my lungs
They, smoked evils, deaths, knives, blood, huckery hymns and my unfeigned condolences to her unwavering beauty
I grilled her heart on wilted orchids they coughed out blood and turned to fragrant roses
She cursed my existence I stabbed her words she blamed my facade I chopped off her name She taunted our telepathy but then her pain subsided and I saw her crying while writing a villanelle
I snatched away her coal orbs. But blindly she guided the rhymes and I tip-toed to keek that tear she sobbed before taking the last breath
~ I'm that lonely word she forgot to write in that villanelle before she cwtched quietude.
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Thank you everyone! Pardon me for not reading you all from past a month I guess, life turned hectic and I feel suffocated here but I can't leave this place . I'm trying my best to read like I used to before. I sucks due to constant headaches and emotional breakdowns. I'm trying to cope up with this all to be strong to fight and to again respire spells of love on you all. Hope you all understand my situation :-) thank you so much for being here . It somewhere breaks my heart that many left and very few are here those whom I know. And the beautiful new users here, my name is Sanam no need to call me Ma'am. I'm a learner like you all I'm not someone who is an actual writer. Please be normal. Formalities scares me , much love <3