Collide In The Girth

By Ankita Dwivedi

An estranged coil of vicious flowers lie hiding, in the garb of sheer innocence

And the allure of subtlety their beauty illuminates

Strangling an old habit that calls on to you

In the deepest voice ,

Like the breadth of an old lover .

Touching your clothes and arousing your skin

That inspires the audacity to betray your kin

That resides opposing in your mind

Like this is a festering , a festering of a kind .

Like you are smothered but with grace

And I can feel being slaughtered ,right here as you raise .

As I and you start walking from here to hold hands together

I come across lavender petals and you collide in the girth of these flowers.

As I sit watching alone ,

A coil of our own.

That pulls but helplessly to something unknown.

By Ankita Dwivedi