Dainty Flames

By Palak Vaishnav

How does it feel when a warmth freezes you like the morning sunset 

The abandoned woods in the glowing greens depriving it 

How does it feel when unknown fingertips trail over the deserted bumps like the snow flakes atop of the tormented river 

Making the moments of silence last forever 

How does it feel when two shallow breath mingles like the foreign air of the beige salt and ocean crumbles 

One foot apart, every crying moon stumbles 

How does it feel when two worlds coincides 

Like the emerald and mauve ribbons tied up in a knot together

Where the butterflies creeps out of the heart and sting it's way towards the soul further 

How does it feel when the drowning moons compell to be shrouded under the dark suns

How does it feel when I say the goodbyes are nothing but the yellow-green scrapes on the dainty flames 

By Palak Vaishnav