I become your body of hurt
I become your substance of abuse
I become the animal of your instinct
I become the thumri of your choked throat
I become the casualty of desire
I become the storm in your eye
I become the thorn of your spur
I become the bad of your blood
You remain the silence of my prayers
2 comments:
A very sentimotional post after 141 days on the Pebbles......Amazing ...
Had actually stopped missing these...but thankfully back to life again...
Cheers
anguish, pain,violence,helplessness...soothed and encircled by the silence of prayers...left a huge silent moment behind...still rippling...
Post a Comment