Starry Storm

By Mohit Deshpande

~° Afloat on a hurricane of your neon waves

Sparks flew with a fiery crash, still asleep…

Engulfed in an ancient high

Taste of time is bitter but sweet

~° In parallel lives you were the

Architect of my pure purple sighs,

Goddess of spectacular doom

In your clement embrace I want to die

One more time

~° On my knees in front of Lilith,

Kissed the serene chaos

Of my dazzling devotion…

Worshiping the finesse of your

Bewitchingly woven ties,

She zealously relished

Our technicolour moans

~° Staring at the evanescent horizon

A glimpse of azure twilight

Caught up in your Starry Storm

Show me how to get out alive

By Mohit Deshpande