• _ghar_ 21w


    Pluck out the hyacinths of longings
    outgrown wildly on your chest and
    inhale the monochromatic clouds of
    "I want to die" hovering around your head.

    Play the lyrics of that song which
    sounds like hope to you and let your
    headphones ooze out some blood of
    equanimity in form of sound waves to
    your tympanic membrane that haven't
    heard nothing but only your sobs at night.

    Turn off the lights of survival and embellish
    some hues of gloomy emotions on your
    pale lips, let your conscience dance on
    different sections of your book shelf
    and dip your lemon nails in imageries
    of your favourite novels that dead poets
    painted for you.