This excruciatingly beautiful poem which I am publishing today is written by Miss Purvasha Das, she right now lives in USA and is stuck there due to this pandemic. Actually, I never met her, this poem was sent to me by her lovely mother once upon a time who is my employer at work. Both the mother and daughter are lovely.
A fear creeps in as I see you in my mirror,
I can no more frame you in painted walls of my heart.
you have started shadowing my lone wolf trails.
I sleep watching us signing cards,
Only to wake up to a dream behind retired frosted windows,
reminiscing your printed lost smile.
Should I break free in your waters or break down to your last quote?
Should I let the mirage be all of me or let the beating vein consume?
I have become a doubt walking through the riddled roads.
I have been ricocheting between my own pockets of unsaturated vices,
bolted behind imposing virtues.
I am a shot less drunk on you,
For I might order a wreckage for a payment.
I am one obvious truth away from you,
For I have been shrouding my tracks to you
Believing a lie that it would fade one day.
I am a confession short to you,
That I wish to be a prayer fulfilled with you.
Feature Photo by: Olivia Snow
