The vignette of a love poem slung on a pistol thousands of half baked verses melted on porcelain tiles withering the carnelian dusk dangling from hanging baskets, blood dropped like the whistle of steam train knocking on unknown earlobes, death sneaked from the tangled braids of brown hair.
Crockery set breathed out the overcooked saying, "time heals everything" resting on her lap, the hamstrung grief was the blowing trumpet of how time kills everything, it scrunches the pain until a cassette of void builds a home within you, your shadow mocks you and you feel the urge to run away from the blinding lights to a place striped of known faces, the facade collided with the globules of lies long ago when you were a false prophet preaching the unpractised.
Dear writers, As you all must be fond of writing,expressing your beautiful emotions through words. But times come when you feel like writing but end up getting stuck in unnecessary thoughts. You feel lack of words to Convey those feelings of your heart and imaginations Of your mind. You eagerly want to write something but unfortunately cannot. That is completely fine, sometimes it takes time to come out with the best result, and the passion you are holding for this amazing art won't let you down and bring the best out of you. Just let your ink keep Scribbling on these white pages to make the world more colourful.
Oh ! Please hold on, This delusional moment might make you feel void, Trapping your thoughts in the cage, Appearing to be doorless, Leaving you in an amaze. Oh ! Please hold on.
Oh ! Please hold on, This nanosecond might thrill you with tremor of unease, Making your fingers incapable to hold your vibrating pen, Resonating to pour the enchanting spell. Oh ! Please hold on.
Oh ! Please hold on, This achromic instant might leave you with dearth of words, Muting your inner voice, Ceasing the elixir of bleeding ink, Abandoning you with nothing as everything. Oh ! Please hold on.