Slendering beauty,
The ice sculpture; preserved,
Mine never, words uttered;
I destroy senses; snapshot trances;
Indulgence painted crimson rouge, remold
Her eyes, glazed like the ocean;
I wished for absolute devotion,
To drown eternally, submerged in obsession,
A driven session of faint concussion, tremors like exigency,
My infamous love, I draw curtains of murmur, no intrusions devour
To name thee beauty, I name thee true,
A sparking gem, I hope to pursue, my coldness;
Shuns away you, but the glimmering nymphatic addiction;
Chasing innocence through a tunneling;
Postern of maroon despair, in my desecration I drivel alone
Scabbing conscience sparkle pale;
Your lips frozen, the naked brink of this moment;
Melting, I clutch my hands, shivering,
A sacred balance of mortality, I made immortal; in an instant clear;
I paint rouge my sanity, in my eyes; I pant my last breath in prolonged, morose
Your cruel tranquil torture,
Banishes me no more,
Your beauty I gawk, in an infinite stance you stand here.
You are mine evermore ….
By Nisha Mirza
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