The Right Kind Of Wrong

By Mohit Deshpande

° Arson of my cravings, a blizzard in my veins

She’s the eclipse of my mind & the halo of my pain…

With the voice of an angel she speaks the

Devil tongue

°*Beautiful beast, a ruthless saviour

She's the right kind of wrong

~° With the rage of a dragon & hunger of a lion

The look in her eyes can seduce the one with horns…

With innocence of a child, she lies like no other

Aroma of sunshine, her tears slay storms

°*Obsidian dagger, a golden wound

She's the right kind of wrong

~° A glorious lullaby of a thousand screaming Suns

She's the luminance of an eternal blackhole…

Lovers on a swing, I cherish the marvellous rubble

In the warmth of her arms, I find my only hope

°*Goddess of my skies, a shrine of colours

She's the right kind of wrong

~° A graceful curse on my crooked kind heart

The sword on my throat, she makes me feel alive…

A noxious venom in my evil ashen soul

Cuts me down to pieces, I worship all the knives

°*Ghost of undying love

Sign of immortal hate

My one destination, my inevitable fate

By Mohit Deshpande