My

By Samir Raj

Pictures of us lying in the snow

Melting the ice , breaking the ice.

Calm and collected me picked it up though

The remaining glasses stained with blood of mine

Making me realise the weather is still cold.

Me strangled among the lies that

She finally expressed her love, being bold.

And hope of mine, growing flowers

Not roses but roses.

Can I hold it for this time though?

Soon enough I should know

But well if it's her then I don't know.

She loves me

She loves lies.

I then drenched in the smell of wine

Grapes and water served better.

Crushed beneath the music of love

And the carbon of exclusiveness with it.

The red hot bending of quartz

Small crystals and then melted.

Home of the drink

And the poison's Laplace.

Lips glossed with pluses of me

And breathing my name, she

Drank the ferment.

I then lifting the glasses among people

People of sands, people of ruin

People of castle, people of judgement.

She muttered a wave

I heard my name

And when the casket was put

For the last time against the clock I ticked

Getting a glimpse but not of her

Of my eyes

Reflecting, fighting to put on the curtains.

By Samir Raj